I remembered the night I first met her. It was 2:40AM. I was lying on my bed; the clock ticking unusually loud, preventing me from falling asleep. I stared into the darkness of my room, bored to death. I peeked out the window, the moon was strong and full of light. The sky was so dark and clear that I could see thousands of stars shimmering across the night sky. Listening carefully, I heard somebody sobbing softly in the distance. Looking for the source of the sound, I turned to see the back of a girl sitting beside the pond. The girl had long, dark, silky hair, but the rest of her features was hidden from me. I decided to go outside to find out what was wrong. I sat next to her, cautious but curious. "Are you alright? Do you need any help?" She did not say a word. She turned and looked at me with her pure, innocent eyes, filled with unshed tears. Her eyes had a certain indefinable sparkle to them; alluring and sensual. I gazed into her eyes without noticing how long it had been. They had a powerful attraction as if they were magnets pulling me in.   "My name is Miranda," she started softly. "I'm Blake." As the conversation continued, we started to know more about each other. Miranda had lost her parents at a very young age, and she doesn't have any relatives, so she was sent to children's homes. Six years ago, she started searching for jobs. But due to her limited education, she could only find jobs that wouldn't last. Today, she had lost her job again. It was her eighteenth time. Whenever she felt lonesome or miserable, she would come to the pond. It is so calming, so peaceful. She would cry about everything to the pond, her only loyal companion. Since then, we met each other every night. We talked about everything under the stars as the moon shined down on us. Slowly, our relationship progressed to a point where we didn't need to say it ”we both knew we had surpassed just friendship. I brought Miranda to my parents, but their distaste was evident ”she was not the polished wealthy girl they wanted me to marry. However, Miranda was the only girl I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I never cared about wealth, nor appearance. It was only her soul that would connect with mine. On our wedding day, the guests showed their contempt towards her. She tried to conceal