Two days had passed, and Alexandra sat in her room, lost and confused with despair. She thought to herself, "What had I done." Her gaze drifted to the window, eyes searching the horizon, waiting for something, someone, though she didn't know why she hoped or what she was waiting for.
The memory of him leaving, angry and broken, haunted her thoughts. It could never be a good omen, she reflected with a heavy heart. The way he stormed out, it seemed impossible that he would ever return to her. Yet, she couldn't help but wait, longing for his presence, even though deep down, she knew that misfortune, not the man she loved, would be the only visitor to embrace her.
