by Sarah Vigue

Created on: April 29, 2010

It was an expiring autumn day when she captured his eye. Bailey had been here often, never seeing this fresh site, never seeing her. As far as Bailey was concerned, her name was etched in granite and clean, white marble for all eternity. “Cindy Bright, Cindy Bright, Cindy Bright,” he said to himself and would keep saying it even after he left, commencing again during his next visit.

During the first meeting, there wasn’t much to say and Bailey felt awkward being around this new girl with her family standing around her. He didn’t like being around strangers. Strangers passed judgments on him his whole life and tore through him as if he were not a person. He liked to slowly get to know people and to spend time with animals. Animals don’t cause as much pain as people do. So Bailey waited his turn.

The next day, Bailey returned and noticed that the chrysanthemums surrounding her place were still fresh and well kept. She was buried in them. No doubt, a sign that her family loved her and took care of anything that she touched; wanting her to stay their little flower.

“Hi, it’s me, Bailey- the guy from the other day. You girls love flowers huh?” he started off.

“You must be sweet because I can’t imagine any living soul who’d make people want to cover her in flowers, especially for the rest of her life because with all these petals on you, you’re never going to get them off of you.”

Cindy listened to Bailey and did not once give him a dirty look, did not call him, “The Retard” or as people started saying as eh got older, “The screwed up freak.” But the, Cindy just met him and knew nothing of Bailey.

“I bet she would have understood me,” he thought. “It’s just the people in this city and she’s new. None of the people who tortured me made me want them like I want you.”

While he sprawled out on the ground next to her, Bailey felt as if she read his thoughts. She was quiet, but she was shy, not judging. After all, he was practically flirting with her! This dream girl of his was blushing and giggling with so much sweet purity.

“Girls do this when they like boys,” and she turned even redder. He saw this, her crimson cheeks, even with his closed eyelids.

Bailey had grown to the point where he had just wanted to be alone. He’d rather talk to himself and wait for someone nice to find him. But he found Cindy and he wanted

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