Tracks Of David's Tears

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David's P.O.V.

I just sat there looking at her, I must have been staring for hours.  I haven't heard that name in so long, then I got a little angry.  What right does she have to intrude on my past, was it any of her business? No.  I then calmed down, took the paper from her hand and got up heading towards my bedroom.  "I'm sorry" she said in a sad tone.  I turned to look at her, she had the most beautiful eyes, I couldn't help but look.  It was like looking into two big beautiful sea's.  I refocused, then returned to my bedroom and closed the door.

Sierra's P.O.V.

What was that all about? I asked myself.  I'm usually a nosey kind of person, but I'm not a totally bad human being.  I walked over to the bedroom door, then knocked.  No reply, I knocked again.  No reply, but I heard a faint noise coming from inside the room.  What was it?  I can bearly hear it.  I decided to take action and opened the door, and what I saw astonished me.  I saw David lying there on the floor sobbing.  He seemed to be holding something, I helped him off the floor.  He had the saddest look in his eyes, I then asked "David, what's the matter?".  He wiped the last of the tears away.  Then he said to me, "its a long story". 

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