A Lonely Girl

A Lonely Girl

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I guess that I had never seen a girl like that. A girl who could wear all black, but still make me see more color than anything else in this world Caspar's life is just like any typical teenager's. He watches the same shows, dresses the same way, and isn't anything special by a long shot. And she was different. Everything about her was different. She loved black. It was her favorite color. Everything she owned was black, and yet she was anything but colorful. She was smart. Strange. Quiet, yet loud. And beautiful. So, so beautiful. He wanted to know more about her. About her life. About her sadness, and what she was truly like on the inside. Why she would ever talk to a boy like him? She was only one person, yet she was everyone and everything to him.
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The world expected her to be perfect. She was the eldest, the responsible one, the overachiever who always had the answers. But beneath the polished grades and the forced smiles was a girl who barely held herself together. A girl with too many expectations crushing her chest, with anger simmering just beneath the surface, with a loneliness that no one ever noticed. Her mother barely acknowledged her existence. Her father, from miles away, drowned her in concern she didn't know how to handle. And in between, she was left to figure everything out on her own. At school, she was untouchable-the top student, the girl who never failed, the one who always had her hand raised first. People admired her, envied her, but none of them really knew her. Not the way she knew them. She had a habit of reading people, of dissecting their words, their actions, their lies. It was easier that way-keeping them at arm's length, never letting anyone too close. And then there was him. The boy who was just as smart, just as untouchable. The one who walked the halls like he owned them, like the world bent to his control. Cold, calculating, always five steps ahead. The boy who hated losing. And so did she. That was the problem. Because when you put fire and ice together, someone was bound to get burned. And she refused to be the one left in ashes.

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