On the first weekend I had enough of not seeing her so I went to her door and stood there for about ten minutes before I found the courage to knock.Sh... took a moment to get to the door. And when she opened the door I was worried. I took a step closer and l reached towards her then she stepped back.“What’s wrong? What can I do to help?” I asked.She looked a little confused then my meaning clicked, “Oh. Nothing’s wrong. I was just watching some old movies. They always get me crying.” She stepped. She looks hot in whatever she wears but what made her look hottest was that cotton flared mini skirt collection she has which she wore very often. Black, white, blue…she has all. She is in a fashion college so wearing trendy dresses never came as a problem. Dad is always too busy in his business to look what her daughter is wearing and mom had nothing to do with her daughter’s dressing business. In fact she always encourages my sister to look trendy. When she wore those flared mini skirts I. " Why are you so frightened of him?" I'm not frightened I'm scared, he's absolutely mad." What makes you so sure?" Can't I have a conversation with someone without it being aninquisition?" Of course not. You are here to give us information." Please? I need to know if your announcement that I'm dead hascancelled my mission." How would we know?" If I give you a message and a dead-drop, you cannot arrest the personwho picks it up. For one thing this has nothing to do with yourpatriots." I'm. . and at the semi that ran the red. I felt a huge shock as the semi T-boned us. I blacked out.When I woke up, I was laying in the middle of the intersection. I glanced at the paramedics rushing towards me, and I looked for Melissa. Nowhere to be found. I got up and staggered towards my car. The entire right side was caved in. I thought to myself, "There was no way she could've survived." I blacked out again.Next time I woke up, I was in a medical helicopter, heading for a hospital near my.