She sat under a weeping willow tree in front a rather large pond, her nose so far in a book, it's as though she breathed the words like oxygen. Her name was Charleigh, Charleigh Anastasia.
I couldn't take my eyes off of her, even when she caught me staring. She placed her book down, and started towards me. I searched around for something, anything to distract myself.
I decided staring at my shoes was a fit option, until a pair of bare feet came into my vision. I refused to look up out of sheer embarrassment. Her throat clears , "Darlin, my eyes are not on my feet." I meet her hazel eyes with my own, the wind blowing her dirty blonde hair into my face.
A laugh escapes her delicate lips, "My name Charlie Anastasia by the way, but I bet my bottom dollar you already knew that." She pulls out a pack of marlboros from the pocket of her jean jacket. "You sure don't say much do you?"
She cocks an eyebrow "You got a name?" I nod my head, looking back at book under the willow tree.
"Well what is it then?"
"Rory Scar"
She lights her cigarette and places it between her lips. How can someone something so beautiful feed off something deadly.
"Those things can kill you, you know?"
The smoke rolls out her nose, and a smile appears on her face "Baby who said I wanted to live."
I'm left in awe as she spins on her heals and starts to walk away, not even looking back.
"Charleigh!"
She stops in her foot steps.
