"When I look up there I see everything"
"Everything?" The boy frowned, turning his head away from the nights sky to look at her "What do you mean?"
"I see everything that could've been and should've been and never was and never will be - I see my...
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It wasn't Annie. She was nothing like Annie.
Her skin was a golden colour - smooth and spotless - whereas Annie's was translucent white and littered with freckles.
The girl had natural ringlets that hung around on her shoulders, a few strands pulled back to frame her thin face. He supposed it was quite like how Annie liked to wear her own hair, but the colour was completely different. Annie had tomato red hair, which he used to tease her about, often calling her carrot top or any other ginger related nickname. But this girl's hair was a dark brown colour, like the bark on old trees or the almonds his mother always bought but never seemed to eat.
