continuation...

of a story of a man, named Lenny.

and it was all as we imagined. too good to be true.

the vacation was going perfectly and everyone was happy and fine. to be an even better potential son-in-law, Lenny was the good guy and reserved 2 separate rooms for him and Reia. her parents would like that he thought to himself. so on the last night of the vacation, he planned to surprise her with a full candlelit picnic out on the pier. and as he was approaching her room around midnight, he noticed her light was dimly lit, but with moving figures in the background. maybe she's just walking around the place...

as he more quickly approached, but with caution, he heard voices that were kept to a near hush. it was Reia's parents with Reia... talking about Lenny. what could they possibly say about Lenny? wasn't he the perfect, model guy? as he was near the window, the faint voices came clear. they were mentioning things like i knew he was too good to be true! there was no way he could have been that perfect. or every person has flaws. and you could just hear Reia in the background sobbing, but trying to hold back the despairing wails. he was thinking to himself, no no no no way! there was no way that they could ever think that of me. what could i have possibly done?

so with anxiety that breached him from head to toe, clammy hands, and shaky palms... he decided to twist the nob open and come in. the whole situation spoke for itself. Reia's dad held with a fierce anger, her mom with a stressful look of betrayal, and Reia. oh, Reia. the beautiful features of her face had fled and left her with nothing but pure sadness that filled her face cheek to cheek. her wondrous, passionate eyes became eyes of opaque apathy. he knew it was over. but why? why?! and there was left a picture on the edge of the bed, near crumpled probably because of the angry grip that Reia's dad had held it with.