He knew a girl. Sarcastic, witty remarks, strange love for the 90's and loves to read. But he only knew a part of her. The part she let out, the one she lets people see. He didn't know about her family or her hobbies. He didn't know why he would find her on that tree outside of her room. He didn't know about what she didn't let people see He never knew. She was just a girl he never knew. She was just. So who was she really?