Walking in the wood, it wasn't my favourite thing. Week after week I did it though, all for one thing. Yes, it was all for one girl. Everyday people gaze upon her beauty unable to see what I do. Night upon night I see her standing there, her feet on the edge of the cliff, staring at the night sky. You see her short brown hair hangs down in soft waves but if you look closely you would see the tangles in it. Her chocolate eyes would show only happiness and clarity to others but to me I see more. I see the slight creases on her forehead, the bags under eyes and the tiredness to her speech. She is stressed, pushed to the limit with her life. Everyone else would ignore the signs and continue to push her, beg for her help but not me. Every week I walk through the dark woods, all to see her. Once a week I come up behind her and slide my arms around her waist, holding her close. Normally she'd relieve stress by yelling at me, venting or even hitting me but tonight she just sighs and relaxes into my chest. "Why is it that you, the one person I can't have, see what nobody else does?" she asks. All I can do for a moment is tighten my hold on her, my chin coming to rest on her shoulder.

"Because every night I walk these blackened woods for a different reason"