Prolouge

Once upon a time, there was a girl who knew everything and nothing. Every morning she would wake up and walk to the fridge and glance at the report card pinned to it's surface, proudly displaying a column of straight A's. She wondered if they actually meant anything to anyone.

The girl never skipped a class. The girl was semi- popular (which was always semi-enough). The girl never gave anything but her best. The girl had never been in love.

Once upon a time, there was a boy who filled the empty spaces in a room. Every morning he would wake up and comb his hair, brush his teeth and dress like every other boy in the world.

The boy always smiled. The boy was popular. The boy always laughed. The boy had always been himself.

Two people on different paths, that would seemingly never intersect. But there is always a chance, always a definining choice. A moment where time stops indefinitely. A moment composed entirely of glass, promises and hope. The moment where one hand holds its hand out to another, and possibility is the only sound you can hear.


-Whit