She sat unsettled in her chair, as if she were going to get up any second. The music was abnormally low for having no one in the house. She anticipated the moment her grandparents would walk into the door. Their faces full of distrought and misery, greiving over a loss of what would almost seem like their own child. She began to realize the ungratefulness she had for that dog, seeming how it was the closest she'd come to ever having a dog. It seemed as if the house lingered with regret and sadness, it loomed in every room in the house. She bit her lip as the guilt penitrated her heart. No one would ever understand the full bond peole have with their dogs, she realized this. Telling other people of her grandparents loss would seem like a small thing, but to her it was the dawn of a new age. For a moment it almost seemed like that dog was the only thing holding this family together and now that she was gone what would they all be like? She wasn't sure how to respond to this kind of situation, so many emotions fluctuated. At that second she heard the car door. She sprang from the chair and peered around the window, they got out of the car and in that instant the gut-wrenching feeling intensified. There was no way she could escape throughthe side door without being seen so she fled upstair and into her room. The door shut and she jumped into her bed putting a pillow over her head to drown out the muffled crying outside. Her heart raced but at the same time she was bewildered to her behavior. Her breathing was heavy as these thoughts circulated through her mind. As time passed she calmed down and managed to sneak downstairs. Her grandparents didn't sound distressed but their vibes lingered through the walls. It was different now from what it was; it went from greif and agony to anger and resentment. They remaniced for some time about the dog but were very stern about the origin of some of the conflicts that went on at the time. And as she listened on they began to talk of life insurance and what would happen if her grandparents weren't here to support herself and her dad. Irrilevent subjects would pop up now and again as she listened further, too nervous to play the music. Impatience triggered nervous habbits as she waited for time to reach 9:00pm, when Monique would get home and call her. Their plans were to wander the streets of the Old Port until late then go to work in the morning. Then what. A void suddenly corrupted her train of thought, what would she do when she got home? Her longing was to hang out with the person she'd grown fond of but the notion was to keep away from such foolish desires. A sigh escaped her lips as the title was "strictly business". This thought influenced the depression lurking in the back of her mind, co-dependancy was hard to ignore. Especially if their life style had been so bent on it in the past. She had hoped to be happy on her own and in a relationship but there were times that occured quite often where the loneliness would make her cringe. Love was the most impossible thing to obtain at this age. Most tell her it's all about growing up and to worry about herself. However such things are only easy to people who have their assortments of luxery. The luxery she dreamed to live some day. Happiness.