Alba was a poet with too many dreams.
She spent her days writing under the sky or in the shade of the trees in her backyard.
Constantly drawing the pictures of her life with words. Trying to stay away from the harsh truth that was, her life.

Matt was a tech- geek. He spent his days taking apart computers and staying in his room. Constantly thinking about someone to love.
Then he met Alba.

Alba made his days brighter by smiling at him. He'd never really noticed her before.
He tried to catch her shining, emerald eyes.
He wrote extensive love letters, placing them in her locker day by day, and called her when she wasn't home. Her mother never let her use the phone anyways, or just never acknowleged that she was realy home at the time. He screamed her name out when he was alone
maybe she wasn't listening...

Alba was sitting alone, drawing fairies up her arms with a compass;
he was writing her love songs, leaving the boys name blank.
She was close enough to touch, he was close enough to forget
Alba looked up, into his haunting eyes,
she realized that the gaps in his songs and her hearts just got filled

he was spending time alone in his room, somking and cutting himself;
she was trying to find a way out her meaningless life, crying alone in her room.
Maybe destiny got it wrong.