he walked in to see her lying on the ground. She looked tired but still beautiful. She was a petite girl sort of pixie like. Her beautiful chocolate brown eyes were red and filled with tears. Her cascade of dark brown hair, was now messy tangled like she had pulled it out of frustration. And her light tan skin was now lighter and she looked colder, as if the warmth in her body was gone, as if life had filled the young girl's body with nothing but coldness. she looked up to see him and he just stared with sad eyes. He didn't like seeing her like this. He didn't like seeing the girl of his dreams suffering. He had brown hair that went up , it was a messy formal type of hair and he was tall and muscular. He took a step closer and with his caring eyes signaled for her that it was okay. She sat up as he came and knelt down beside her.

"...they don't care tommy, no one does" she managed to whisper as more tears fell from her eyes. He brushed them softly away with a caress of his thumb. He was right her cheek was cold. She looked paler. Sick. It made him feel cold inside. " Evangeline I ..I will try to fix you."

"But how can you fix something that was made to be broken." Another whisper

this time he cupped his hand around her cheek. "I'm just a freak tommy...I got the scars to prove it..." She turned her face a bit to point out the scars on her neck her cheek her fore head. She lifted her sleeves and some on her arms. Lifted just a bit of her shirt, and three on her tummy. Five on her right leg, and two on her left. she laughed a little crazy chuckle and let down her head. people just assumed, but if it was up to her she opulent have those scars I. The first place. She wasn't the lone responsible. This time it was him who shed a tear. He lifted her chin up lightly with his hand and stared into her tearful eyes. "Don't cry over me" she whispered. He brushed the hair out of her face, as the light breeze from the balcony window swayed her hair. "My dear, It's too late for that." She lets out one rivers of tears. And he wants nothing more to be with this girl. He wants her lot be loved. He wants her to stop suffering. He grabs her arms and kisses her scars. On her leg. Her tummy. Her other leg. And she does nothing bit weep. He cups her face and kisses the scar on her neck. One. The one on her cheek. Two the one on her forehead. Three. Before coming down to her lips. And gently breathing into her lips. He softly kisses her lips. He wipes the final tear from her eye. And whispers I love you. And she replies "...I love you" he brings her close to his chest and leans back. This what she needed what she wanted all along. Care. Comfort. Love everything the world was afraid to give her for being the town crazy. And they slowly drift off to sleep.