The order was as it usually was. The parents woke up early and then got the kids ready. The kids would be dropped off at school and the parents would go to work. After school the kids would go to the park and the parents would pick them up. The kids would do their homework and eat dinner. Then everyone would be asleep. Then the kids got older. And the pattern would continue. Until, 2 teens had a world-spinning first love. But as I know, they never last. The threatened the very world of the neighborhood. They threatened the sameness. They threatened the routine. Different people, different personalities. The passion overstepped their thoughts on reality. And when the first love died down, they broke up. Their break up was larger-than-life. One day, the girl sat looking at the stars. He walked by, and for a second, all was normal. Until they started fighting. The neighborhood woke in time to hear her scream that she would never come back. She ran out of the front gate. She walked and walked. He sat in front of the gate. Staring for days.

That girl? The one who ran. Who always ran. She was the glue. He needed her. Even just seeing her across the town. Nothing could break the town.

That girl? Shes me.