We Called Her Aspen

We called her Aspen because she never gave us a name for her to go by. Being called 'it' and 'her' just didn't seem right within the group, so we called her Aspen.

We called her Aspen because He called her Aspen. When He saw her, He knew her name. He knew exactly who she was, but yet He still called her Aspen.

I called her Aspen. Not because she was a nimble little girl who got knocked around effortlessly by the wind, but because she was the complete opposite.

She could destroy worlds with her smile and then stitch them back together with her laugh. The way she had the sun in her hair and the moon in her eyes could captivate any passerby. Oh, she was so beautifully shattered though. Everything she did under that lyrical name just broke her more. The truth was, however, that she was the only one that could tell. She knew very well that she was destroying herself and did nothing but encourage it. She wanted to crumble and burn so badly. She wore the biggest mask, though. It's like she lived for the masquerade. Her shield hid her away almost too well. She was a different person under that mask who happened to have a taste for sick manipulation.

(Hey everyone! This has been dedicated to @healers because she is an absolutely amazing writer and super sweet! Do yourselves a favor and go check her stories out. They are so beautiful. Anyways so what do you think? I've been thinking about this story for awhile and decided to go ahead and put this up. It's a work in progress, but I'm probably going to start writing on it sometime within the next two months or so. Maybe sooner, it just depends on how things go. As always, comment, vote, share if you care!:) )