Have you ever noticed the girl that lived on the block. The girl that always goes to the library. The girl that never judges anyone. The girl that disappear that one Sunday night.
You were a shy girl, you never liked people or their presence so you stayed quiet and stayed away as much as you can. You also despised perverts, rapist playboy's etc. But when you find a rose laying on a bench next to a crying man, you couldn't help but change that thought.