What's a canvas without paint? Plain, white, simple. With paint? Complex, bright, with life. I never agreed to that. Ever. I always thought that the canvas looked perfect without it's stains of paint. It looked better. Composed, clean, flawless. But then, as I took a closer look, I noticed that even the whitest of canvases can have a stain. At first, the thought made me cringe, but she helped me to see the beauty behind each of those stains. She helped me to see the beauty behind all the stains in the world that could possibly exsist. Problem? I never knew her name.

This is a story about a girl named, Marie Wayna and a boy named Cookie Caine.

Imagine your self. With a girl, a girl you love so much.. You think she's the one who can break the barrier of aloneness..to togetherness. You might think shes the one, and the only one...but shes the complete opposite..