Helpless

Author's POV

A smirk played across the lips of Carl as he walked away.

It was obvious that it was his intentions to interrupt them, probably he had his reasons for doing so.

Miranda on the other hand was helpless and agonized, she didn't know what she was going to do next.

Who would have thought that anything would stop them from making out.

This was the best opportunity she could think of to get back his memory, but all of her hopes had gone down the drain.

The little hopes of having to get back the old Darren had faded away.

He got out of the bathroom after a while, and still saw Miranda sitting on the bed.

Although she held an innocent and naive look, as she sat quietly on the bed waiting to hear or see what it is that he wanted to do or say to her.

She could see the stern look on him. He had a scowl on him.

"What are you still doing here?" He asked angrily.

"W....we haven't finished what we were doing." Miranda replied in a low tune.

"What were we doing?" He asked in a frown

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