Girl Unknown

Chapter Seven

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Caden's P.O.V

The twilight glimmered through the tree house's window, leaving a silver pool of light streaming across the floor. G and I were lying on the bed of warm blankets, our heads leaned against the tons of pillows G dragged up here.

We had been walking throughout town today, trying desperately to find something to keep us occupied. We weaved in and out of bookstores, ice cream shops, grocery stores, you name it. The only one we had mild success in was the music store, which was filled with tens of thousands of records, CDs, and cassette tapes. Artists' posters decked the walls and guitars hung from the ceiling. G picked up and bought at least 10 records to listen to in the tree house.

Which is where we've been for the past three hours, listening to each record album.

"Which one is this?" The curiosity peaked in my voice as G slid out another record to play. From what I could see it was some guy on the record album, but I couldn't see much more than that. The music started playing softly, creating a melancholy mood.

G gave a soft smile, her dark blue, t-shirt dress whirling around her as she sat back down next to me.

"Elliot Smith," she replied softly. "But this song in particular is called Twilight."

The song was raw. The story told had to be nothing but true.

"It's kind of sad don't you think," I asked lightly, watching her expectantly. Her emerald eyes were gazing out at the sky through the window. Her rosy lips were parted in what seemed to be awe.

"Of course it's sad, Caden. Not everything in life is rainbows and sparkles. Every now and then, sadness is good for the soul. Reminds you you're still alive."

Her eyes focused on mine, showing me the depths of her sadness. She's had her own dose of pain in her lifetime and it made me clench my fists.

How dare someone hurt the most innocent and caring girl I'd ever known?

"Why would you want a reminder of all the pain you've been through? Seems like torture to me," I whispered, watching the moonlight dance along the wooden floor. The crickets sang their tune outside, complimenting the song. Everything at the moment flowed together in perfect harmony and no matter how sad the song seemed, it relaxed me at the same time.

G crouched on her knees, shaking her chocolate locks at me.

"When you're happy all the time, you fall into this illusion that everything is perfect and then when something goes wrong, you're shocked as if its the biggest plot twist of your life. Only surrounding yourself by happiness and ignoring the sadness and hurt makes you naive and ignorant. Don't you remember what I told you in the wildflower field before?"

She paused, leaning in, causing me to catch a whiff of roses. She smelled like the wildflower field herself, which fit. G herself said she was a flower child.

Her palm rested on my chest, right on my heart. My breathing became shallow and I cursed as my heart started racing.

Could she feel how hard it was beating at her close proximity?

I ignored my thoughts, blaming it on her pretty face.

She's a pretty girl who's touching me. Of course I would respond like this.

"Ignoring the bad in this world makes you naive and ignorant," she continued. "But accepting both makes you realistic. I acknowledge the good in others and in the world, but I accept and remind myself of the bad too. Your heart still beats even after all the happiness and hurt in your life and so, one sad song will not do anymore harm than life already has."