I pressed my ear against the door, silence. i sat there and ;et the burning fire of curiosity slowwly melt me like a candle. finally i gave my fire what it wanted. i looked in through the keyhol, scared to even breath. i felt like a spy, like a dirty rotten spy working for the eviliest villain, temptation. i saw her there, and i saw what i wanted to see and what i was so scared to see. her eyes were as red as a tomato and her cheeks were as wet as an ocean, salty from her tears. i sank down feeling the tears flow like a waterfall. then two of my fault thoughts were corrected. guilt burnt worse than curiosity, and tempation was not the worst villain. It was revenge.