Alejandro sat puzzled on the wing chair, looking out at the window above. It was dark and he could see nothing, except his own reflection in the glass. But he felt like staring in a daze. He was confused at what had happened. He had never been so wrong about anyone… and let alone about the same girl. He still couldn’t believe that she took the entire blame on herself just so he wouldn’t yell at everyone else.
Rachel on the other hand, stood facing the window of her room, that was open and blowing the cool breeze in. It hadn’t been the first time she was accused of any such thing. It had been happening to her since she was eleven years old. People hitting her, blowing her down. Yet it still pierced her heart. But she was used to it and having to take blows from Alejandro it wasn’t her firs
