A single tear that fell from her eye rippled through the water she was looking in. The icy depths of the lake seemed to magnify in the ripples, seeming deeper as each tear fell. The only sound she made was the sobs that rattled her body and the occasional sniff.
The autumn leaved fell around her, dancing around in a swirl as they played out the remainder of their existence. The trees wept for her, the leaves falling as tears would; the branches swayed in the wind. She sniffed for once last time, and stood from her place on the ground, her arms wrapped around her to keep warm. She sighed, feeling the last of her tears dry from the wind and turned to leave from her place, her naked feet padding on the ground's green carpet. Her head, bowed forward, allowed the wisps of her hair to fall over her face, acting to her face like a curtain would to a stage.
And that was how he knew her. Not the smiling, happy girl everyone thought her to be. But the one that wept inside, the one that would pour her heart to the lake, the grief from the day's event mixing with the water of the lake. Everyday she would cry then return to the life she wanted to escape, as if nothing had happened. And everyday he would watch her, from his place in a tree and feel the yearning inside to reach out and touch her, help her, butlacking the courage to do so. Even if he was meant to be her friend.