The Blueness of a Blue Wild Flower

"And I am always correct, today proved it again. First love will always be the last."

"Because you're either too damaged or too stuck," he smirked as he continued, "So which one is it?"

Aquila Augustus Ashworth was the kind of person who had the pretty face, held the highest of honors in his academics, one of the best in poetry, an English rich family with Italian roots, with a not so pretty twists, a circle of friends enough to give him enough "street smarts" and most of all, perhaps his greatest gift, having a trustworthy person beside him, his childhood friend Kyleigh Frances "Kiwi" Winters, a beautiful mature girl with a height deficiency, complimenting her cute childlike face, a person adored and dreamed by many.

But there was more to him hidden beneath his bright emerald eyes. He has that special talent to what people can describe or comparable to a psychologists`. But though he has that special talent, it misses one vital thing, he lacks to understand his. Soon he finds himself entrapped in the brink of falling a cliff leading to oblivion, between something perfect that can lead to Eden, or what can lead to its fall due to his ignorance to his own emotions.

And with the tests of fate, the walls trapping him starts pushing him to the pit. The walls of his one new found ideal: "First love`s the last."

Will he fall into the pit? I wonder.