Ginny
She decides that she needs a new obsession. She watches carefully. She judges. She wants to choose well.
After her last choice, well, she wants something different. She doesn't want a grand statue to look at, never to have. She doesn't want someone she can't touch. She doesn't want a hero with a history so big it pushes everything away. She drops that obsession and thinks and tries to choose.
She doesn't want someone who doesn't care for her. She doesn't want someone she will have for a two weeks and then no more will be said. She wants a soul mate.
She reviews her choices. At times she wants to forget about her silly games and be alone. It will be better for everyone. No one wants her. She doesn't want anyone. She is alone. She is happy that way.
Then she see sees other girls with their long bright hair and their sparkling eyes and their pouting lips and makeup. She watches them fall. She watches them discover their mistakes and their faults. She sees the color leave their lives. She sees herself, drab and quiet and glowing inside, searching and running and dark. She sees her with her obsessions, and she knows that that life is not for her.
She stops looking. She waits. She is waiting for tender kisses and warm arms and soft long hair and chocolate. She is waiting for love. Maybe she will find it.