Prologue
I looked at the roses in her yard they were as beautiful as her. She would go into the yard every morning around nine to water and trim them. For the past week I hadn't seen her in her yard. It seemed that the whole neighborhood was down, in the dumps. Her usually cheery yellow house looked like it could use a paint job. The roses in her yard were too tall and were turning to an ugly brown. I had heard whispers up and down the street of a murder in her house. If that is what had happened then I was too late to tell her I love her. I have lived across from her my entire life, only realizing I was in love with her when I got back from collage. She had always had a school girl crush on me, but when I got back it seemed too late. She had plenty of men come into her life I was afraid to even try. When we were younger we did everything together, I will dearly miss that. Even though we are old and bitter she will always look like the little girl I met sixty years ago. I'm Austin Moon and this is the story about how I was almost to lat to tell Ally Dawson I love her.