It was late in the day, just before dusk. The neighborhood had been acting like any other summer day, people out walking dogs, kids playing games and people going down the shore.

By this time however, almost no one was around other than the occasional car passing by. Except for a pretty girl walking down her street to where a wall separated a hill from the steet. She wore a plain white sundress, her hair was the color of gold, her eyes like pale sapphires.

She walked up to the wall, put her hands on the top and pushed herself up and just sat there, scanning down the street for the thing she desired most in the world.

The Sun sank lower and lower in the sky, and the afternoon handed over its mantle to dusk, but she was still there. The girl began to lose hope, but at the rustle of a leaf her head would still turn.

I should have known she told herself over and over again in her head, the ember of hope fading. So she got off the wall and began to walk home, but there he was standing before her.