Shawn stood waiting in the faint light of the afternoon sun, gazing at the biggest bungalow nearby. The one he had told Amelie they would live in when they were older, and married. He noticed a figure approaching, he was certain it was Amelie. No one else would walk towards this abandoned playground, the place they called their sanctuary. True enough, Amelie approached him slowly, her expression confused and tired. As he stretched out his hand to help her climb the ladder, he noticed the sunlight reflecting in her eyes. As she settled herself beside him, lying her head on his shoulder, he asked “So how was your morning with Melanie?”
“She won’t be speaking to me, because of you.”
Shawn immediately understood. The girl despised him. They sat in silence for awhile, then suddenly Amelie moved away from him, removed her diary from her bag and started ripping it apart, tears streaming down her face
Stunned, all he could do was watch his girlfriend’s hysterical outburst right in front of his eyes.