Zyanna

"You're our neighbour. Did you know her?" I don't know why I asked and neither did he expect it, because the next second he turns his head to me and I can see his green eyes boring into mine.

"A little," He answers and turns back to his fishing hook.

"Do you ever catch anything?" I ask, we've been here for over an hour and the line has been hanging silent the whole time.

"No," He says, "There aren't any fish in this lake."

"Then why are you fishing?"

"Patience," He says, "you have to have patience to fish, even when there are no fish to fish." He must have a lot of patience to be able to wait for fish that aren't to come. Even though he didn't ask, I still told him why I was still here.

"I like the view." He nodded.

"Me too."

About a girl trying to overcome her grief of her mothers death.
It is kind of depressing and sometimes very weird and it hasn't yet been edited.
All I can say is that I don't think in the same way as this girl.
Sorry for my grammar mistakes.