'Has she always been so bright?'
The thought came from a certain person hiding in a bush nearby. Her garden was pristine without a sign of any unhealthiness. It actually looked unnatural, how perfect it was. It truly was a sight to see. And he knew she must have worked in this garden every day, spent hours here, to achieve this utopia
'So sweet… what is this calming effect she seems to radiate?'
Such a thing was unheard of in his world. He's never seen someone so at peace…everyone he knows has been through hell and back and the trip scarred them severely.
'And you. You have too'
But even if he was too damaged to be with her, he could still watch. The tune she hummed was infectious and once the melody found its way into his ear, it ensnared him even more in her unconscious grasp. He also noticed how she cradled the saplings and how careful she was in checking leaves for any imperfection. Her gentleness was unmatched.
'She could be a saint'
This thought soon grew rueful as he thought of himself and how he was anything else but. He quietly removed himself from the bushes leafy apparatus and started to walk away leaving the girl clueless to her admirer.