CHAPTER 2: A Poetic Friend
She was....special, and 15. I found her very attractive with or without a smile. I know it is very weird to say that, especially when you realized that I am 5 years older than her, which technically makes me a pedophile. But she was a special person to me who never have a single friend.
I met her in the Cherolle Mance Garden. Not inside the Cherolle Mance Garden, but beyond the forbidden path to where the sun is being swallowed by the Red Ocean. Me and few visitors of the garden found her standing on that ledge--only her.