. . . .

an innocent foolish girl, or maybe just naive, looked around at her surrounding and felt lost.
she seemed out of place. she was alone. she didn't know what to do.
not a long ago she was playing up in the hills, with friends her age.
with breeze brushing through her hair and a field covered with carpet of lavender.
she closed her eyes.
and then her friends were nowhere to be find. replaced by a few adults that she didn't even know.

she searched for them desperately. she cried a hundreds of time. but there were no answer still.
little did she know the adults were her friends.
they grew up as time goes by, but not her. like peter pan, she never grow up.
but when she finally did, it was too late. her friends were gone and she was all alone.
so the little girl cry once more. because that was all she could've done...