His voice made me think back to the day first met. The day we first met was the day my mother was buried. To be exact I was nine. The body didn't look like my mother. I couldn't understand why no one was crying when I couldn't even sit through the ceremony then when I glanced at my dad my heart shattered when I saw he wasn’t even frowning. Some were good friends with my mom and those people were reading. The sight made me sick. Did they not care? I don’t even know how she died.

So I ran, I pushed open the church door not looking back. Not knowing where I was going Or where I was. Just running from reality. I sat down on a log and let it all fall, my tears, my shoulders, my smile. "What are you doing?" I sniffle up my snot. I wiped the tears from my face so I could see better.!

" You're crying?” I nodded."I saw something pretty on my way here. Can I show you?"I fiddle with the handkerchief in my hand. “Um, sure.”He took me deeper into the woods holding my hand "Look, we are here." A waterfall. The sound of the rushing water was soothing,

My lips Parted, and my eyes widened. I take my shoes off and step into the freezing water lifting my dress. A laughing Escaped my mouth. The fresh aroma of the waterfall made me feel slightly better I splashed him with water. The sky was a light pink hue I looked next to me and I noticed his eyes for the first time. They were different colors.