Your friends are over.

I was frozen on the spot.

One of them saw me across your window.

He stared at me. I stared back.

But I was too afraid to move.

To blink.

The dark spots on the floor started to pool and the red was almost blinding. I swallowed.

He then closed your blinds, as if he saw nothing.

I knew he didn't tell you.

It's better that way.