She sat there in an empty field with the overly tall and too skinny boy who she calls "love" as he placed the white and lilac wildflowers carefully in her hair, being cautious as to make sure the others wouldn't fall out. His eyes, the color of smoked wood, were filled with awe and stretched wide, concentrating on the way her brightly colored hair twisted down her shoulders and back. The contrast of the pale flowers to the neon colors spread throughout her hair brought a delicate feel to the almost rough appearance of the young girl's exterior.
Jack was the name of the boy she called "love," and her smile grew as he finished the arrangement of flowers that was placed in her hair. His smirk was evident, proud of the work he had done in the girl's hair, but that smirk was replaced by a large smile as well when he saw the look on her face. "Beautiful," he whispered to her even though they were the only two souls within a mile of the grassy land. She inhaled sharply at the short compliment, the innocent and soft smell of the wildflowers mixed with the chilled air meeting with her nose, and exhaled with a small giggle. He grabbed the girl's hand, intertwining their boney fingers together and pulled her down into the tall, dew-covered grass with him.She lied next to him in the early fall morning, and watched his face carefully,especially his eyes, as they trailed over her own face. She blinked as a slight voice came from what seemed like thin air whispering an inaudible phrase. "What did you say, love?" she asked Jack opening her eyes, biting on her dried lips, assuming that the voice belonged to him. He looked off-put by her question.
"I didn't say anything," he mumbled confused. She looked at him confused. Jack's lips were in a tight line when she heard the voice again, mumbling. Don't let the demons get you love, she heard. Wake up. She shook her head, suddenly feeling light-headed, dizzy.
