Mockingbird

She stood on the overpass, watching the red of taillights fade away in the distance. Although, maybe she wasn't really watching them, staring. The wind grabbed at her snow-blonde hair, pulling it off her shoulders and around her tear-stained face. She was an etherial being, more angel than human. The image of her was unbearably beautiful. Looking at her was like looking at the sun, blinding. No one really knew who she was, not even her. She was this mystery that dissapeared like the sun behind a cloud. Only a whisper of her would remain. But that didn't stop Will from loving all of her, even though he knew he could never cage her up. She wanted to stay with him though, even when her time ran out and she knew she had to go.