The Unexpected

For the first time in her life, she found herself alone. A huddled heap of ripped jeans and torn coats, she sat alone and utterly terrified in the darkness. The dark consumed her frail form. Her mother wasn't there to soothe her fears, nor was her father to tell her stories. It was just her, alone in a strange place with strange people. Or maybe her art needed to be graced into the depths of these walls. No one would show her what depth was. When he walked into her life... depth wasn't a description so much a feeling. That boy was treacherous but she loved the story he painted for her. And how he loved..well..her.