Once upon a time, a girl lived. A girl much like all others. She ran. She slept. She ate. She lived in freedom, blissfully ignorant. This girl was like everyone else. But times change, and they change fast.
The girl began to grow up. She hung out with her friends. She shopped. She was happy. Until one day. The girl was walking down the street on the way home from her friend's house. She was humming a tune, she was feeling her freedom, and enjoying it. She was at peace with the world. It started to rain, large droplets falling into her hair. She decided to go for cover, ducking into a nearby shop, with General written on the sign in fading letters. The door swung open at the first touch. The bell chimed, echoing inside the girls head. She smiled. The shop was warm. It smelt like sugar, sweetness hung in the air thickly. The girl could see shelves and shelves of goods towering above her. She could see a counter stacked with boxes. She could see a boy behind the counter. The girl said hello. The boy said hello back. She smiled. So did he.
Long after the rain had subsided and the girl had left the shop did she remember the boy's eyes. She thought it was funny that she hadn't seen the piercing blue until she had left. In fact, she couldn't remember any of the boys features. Just the piercing blue, shining like the ocean on a sunny day.
It was a year later. The girl was at the beach, staring out to the ocean. A boy passed in front of her. He sat down. It was the same boy from the shop, so long ago. But she didn't remember. She had forgotten over time, just another insignificant moment. But the boy hadn't.
The girl lived her life. She grew up, she got married. She had children. But she always felt like something was missing. She was forever looking over her shoulder, waiting for it to appear. But it never did.
The girl, grown up now, lay on her death bed, breaths fading. As she died, she did remember. She remembered the boy with ocean blue eyes. She remembered how she had fallen in love with him, standing before him in the shop. She remembered how she felt. She knew then, that the boy was everything she had ever been looking for. Everything she had searched for, when she didn't know why she was searching. She had been continuously looking over her shoulder, back. Maybe if she had looked before her instead. Blue washed over her. The grown up girl died peacefully, surrounded by family. An old man stood in the corner, a man with piercing blue eyes, that were focused on her until the very last second.
The girl died with the man with blue eyes watching her, as he had been her entire life. The man sank to his knees; he breathed his last breath and he also died, on the floor next to the girl who he had loved for his whole life. That was the day that the girl truly loved. That was the day that she truly lived. That was the day she realised why she was alive, and that was the day that she realised what she would die for. That was the day that she did die. Because Piper Mclean was no ordinary girl. It took her a lifetime to understand the meaning of love. Yet she still understood it more than the ordinary girls which she had been like for so long. Piper lived for a lifetime, she died in a second. She loved for an eternity, lost in an ocean of blue.
