Will she fall?

On a pair of jeans short and a blue crop top, Marissa sat on the floor with a glass cup of alcohol in her right hand. She sat on the floor with her elbow resting on her knees, staring blankly into space. Her heart felt heavy, her eyes felt tired, and her busy mind kept replying to memories, not just any memory but her memories with Christian.

Remembering when he first got enrolled into the school and how they bumped into each other, spilling her milk on her shirt, how he became ...