Snippet #1951858

Charlotte watched Thomas get up and walk out. She just sat there for a moment then decided to go to her room. She walked up the creaky stairs and looked back at her mess of a bedroom. She saw the ripped picture and picked the pieces up. She held the pieces together for a moment, then she threw them in the trash. That was the [i]past[i]. She remembered. As she started making her bed and putting away books she started singing her favorite song. Then when she got to the second verse she sat on her bed and started to cry softly. Tears lightly rolling down her cheeks, all she wanted was Thomas to be there, in that moment. Then she got her guitar, that was sitting in the corner of her room, and started to play the song again. When the door opened again, she couldn't really hear it because she was playing and singing loud. She didn't realize how loud she was singing but probably her two closest neighbors could hear. She looked out the window as she played and didn't notice when Thomas walked in. When she finished the song she turned around and jumped when she saw Thomas. "Don't do that to me!" She exclaimed, whilst standing on her bed.