A girl lays in a worn bed. Her beautiful, soft dark brown curls, a mess from the night before.
As she wipes the sleep from her tired eyes, she breathes a melancholy sigh. Her past years has taken a toll on her.
But what she doesn't know is that within the ashes of sadness, when it seems all that is important has burned down in front of her eyes, it only leaves room for a better beginning.
Staring out the window, she notices a couple walking down her street.
She shakes her head, thinking she will never get to experience the strange thing so called "love" due to past memories of guys who never really shown the affection she deserves.
But in the end, it ultimately becomes her decision, if she will reach out to create better memories, for a short time, or a lifetime.
As she gets up from her bed she reaches for her phone and a beautiful, but delicate smile forms on her tired lips, as she gazes on the message she recieved from the night before from a boy whome she met a while ago.
"a girl lays in a worn bed.." She reads.
