Vague

She was like a puzzle, confusing, occasionally irritating and oddly calming.

Cecelia Rose, beautiful name, beautiful soul. Yet she was so hard to figure out. She never let anyone in, into her personal life. It was as if she was pretending, only sharing small fragments, not the whole piece.

There was two sides to her, the girl who talked so fast when she was passionate about something and the girl who stared at her ceiling fan for hours upon hours.

Her real life was uncertain to everyone, even the closest people to her.

Then suddenly, he pops up.