The Love of Market Boy Part V

Lysander continued visiting for many nights. We always kept it secret and I stopped pushing him out of the window. Most of the time we just laid on my bed and listened to the fairies outside. One night Lysander was up in my room telling me how he could no longer paint artwork. He said he could only paint pictures of sorrow and death before. Now, he can't even draw a broken heart without it looking misshapen. I heard a sudden crack as the door to my room slammed open. My father stood in the door way, fuming. He roared at me, "I knew you were with this boy! You were supposed to marry another, so you had to go and find a boy!"
Lysander stood up, kissed me right in front of my father, and threw himself out of the window.
Father growled at me. "Demetrius will know. He will be informed and you will marry him." He stalked out of my room. I thought of the future and right now, my outcomes didn't look so good. I crawled back into my bed, waiting for morning to come, fearing the worst.