Sometimes, she wishes what it'd be like to be pretty.
To be liked.. Hell, even to be loved.
She wishes what it'd be like to not feel lonely.
What it's like to be happy.
She wishes she could fall in love.
What love feels like, and how wonderful that first kiss would be when you just know he's the one.
What it's like to be loved back.
She wishes she felt alive again..
Before she lost her angel wings and fell in a crumpled heap to the ground, lost in the world, unable to cope.. Not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to act or how to feel anymore.
Before everything fell to pieces, she was beautiful. Shining, happy, passionate, lovely, the light of the party.
She's still beautiful.
But she's damaged.
Damaged in a beautiful way.
And that's where our story begins…
Tears poured from Lily's eyes. Her smile was gone just as fast as it had come and she was hidden behind a tree, hugging her beloved books to her chest and wishing it could all be over.
It started to rain.
Her long hair clung to her face and tangled in her hands. Her white shirt clung to her ribs and her skirt, heavy with water, drooped to the green grass. She didn't seem to notice as she screamed to the darkening sky.
Lightning struck a tree nearby.
She jumped, but didn't move from her safe haven. Thunder roared and wind blew through the trees, causing the leaves to chase each other in circles, a playful game that no one would ever win.
Not now. Not ever.
Lily prayed for the lighting to hit her, but lightning never hits the same place twice.