Errol sulkily walks back home through the dark, lonely night in a confused and distressed state. I don't understand I for one assumed she would adore the idea, the life I acquire to offer her, one including me. He kicks the soft wet ground with rage. Most of the argument remained bewildering; I stood striving to please her, couldn't she, at least, comprehend I had eloquent intentions.
I can apprehend why she is disappointed, but in what manner she reacted still offended me, a lot of my personal time and thought was put into the content of what would be said and what would be the particular offer. Instead, I for one felt she crushed my hope and dream. He hangs his head low as he stares at his feet, he walks clumsily and heavily with his feet dragging behind him, meanwhile softly kicking the dirt ground here and there to release a little tension. His hands are hidden in his pockets fiddling with the corners of the …show more content…
She's all I want, and I will see to anything to show her that, I need to fix things between us. Errol stumbles up the creaking stairs and into his motel room, slamming the door behind him with frustration from the fresh heart crushing argument. He kicks off his uncomfortable fancy black shoes from the ball and collapses on the bed. I desperately attempted to forget everything that recently happened, but a nagging ache to set it right with Dolly won't stop pestering me.
Errol jumps to his feet thinking of a way to make it up to her and what he would say. He paces up and down the cold wooden floor with anxiety. I love her, and that's all that matters, I just need to find a way to show her how much I cherish and hence respect her. He stops pacing and thinks hard. He lies on the bed one last