The sad girl over there is all alone. Her arms are crossed, her eyes carefully aimed toward the ground. She's skillfully making herself unnoticed. Another girl approaches her, a smile on her face. She says something, the smile still there. She gestures behind her, and tries to get the girl to come with her. She looks back and calls something to some other girls back behind her. She turns back and looks pleadingly at the sad girl, and tugs her arm, and starts to walk over to her friends. The sad girl shakes her head and mumbles something, still looking down at the ground. She then turns away. The other girl's smile fades and she starts to walk away, and then finally turns back and leaves. The sad girl begins to walk away, all the while looking down at the cold ground. She breezes through all the people on the street, slipping through completely unnoticed. She starts running, getting away from it all. It begins to rain, rain in the middle of December. She slows down, and shakily walks along the street for a while, then stops. She looks like she's straining to hold back, to not let any emotion come through on her face. But then, she suddenly drops down on the ground and hugs her knees to her chest, crying. People are rushing past, trying to get out of the rain. One person stops, distracted by the girl, but shakes his head and then hurries away. She calms herself and then stares out along the sidewalk, watching the rain form puddles, and the puddles form streams on the pavement. She looks up at a nearby tree, normally a tree with beautiful blossoms, but now a dead, brown tree in the clutches of winter. She looks back down at the small river of water flowing past her down the sidewalk, and shakes her head.
A small pink flower lands in the stream on the sidewalk, and floats down toward the girl. She sees it coming to her, and gently reaches out and takes it, holding it carefully in her hands. She holds it close to her heart, and closes her eyes.
A bit later, the rain stops, and the girl is still there, the flower still at her chest. She looks up and a small smile crosses her face, and she stands. Then, she was gone, nothing but the flower, resting quietly on the ground in her place.
