her dark hair was a mess , as if she 'd been running her hands through it . she forced herself out through the doors , leaving the muggy room for the quiet hallway . a tear was making its way down my cheek , the cheek he could n't see . he fell face-first into the black pool . and i try to listen out for the noise again but its finished , it didnt last long , and then he goes , well , you grew up in morocco , it says here . 