• He didn't live just to be alive.....he lived for her.

    She was alone...maybe not on the outside,but he knew she screamed for help on the inside.Her quiet disposition was sheilded by her maners,talent, and overal kindness.He knew for he had been so close to her he could die from her grace and still be happy.She was his heaven...he just didn't know it yet.

    She was bright not exactly colorful,but still....in a way dark when he looked at her now.She had nimble fingers from years of piano,and probably as he guessed violin.She wore long black hair that she would always tell to him she would grow it out very long,but wound up cutting it in the end.He was nothing.....He had no friends.He was smart and tried to be kind,but the opposite gender can be mean.

    He was unpopular,a nerd,and a loser.Yet she still liked him.He was unsure why,but never pushed his luck.It killed him when the stoped being freinds though,because he never pushed his luck.Then for years he loathed himself,and if he even thought about her he'd cry over how he lost her.
    It had gotten to the point where when he went to class and she just ignored him.......he'd.....

    The day would come where he would come to her aid when she needed it most,and fail.A simple push,but she knew better?An innocent jingle of sober keys?But she knew to stay out?No....
    He'd found her walking into the death cab,and he still knew it was her even though it must have been fourteen years later.He ran to help her,but inches from the handle it took off......

    "That is all I see..."
    I turned looking away from the oracle.Staring out the tent at her.Somehow I beleived it.
    "Time can always change..."
    With that I walked out grabbed her hand and gently pulled her to the dock.
    "What are you doing?"
    Then he kissed me,fireworks flashed in the background,the ocean reflected the light in our faces,and I tried to pull away,and found I couldn't cause I wanted to be there......