Lucy p.o.v

Hey there, im Lucy Heartfelia. Ever since my mom died in a car accident i have lived alone. See, the thing is, my mom was all i ever had. Dad left before i was born, so she raised me alone. When she died, i pretty much just pushed the world aside. All i needed was my mom, and now that she's gone, all i need is myself.

i mean, yeah it kinda sucks being so alone and somtimes i wish i had someone to talk to, but i manage just fine.

Now, im not just some cliché tomboy, im much more. I happen to also be anti social and very cold to anyone who dares disturb me. I like alone time, not hi-let-me-bother-you-time. I do stuff like climb trees to find the perfect spot to watch the sunset, then fall out of those tree's just for the sensation of falling. To me, its like the rushing of the wind and the pink of the sunset is all i can feel or see anymore. Besides the words of a book.

I confide all my feelings into books. While reading everything hurtful and depressing just fades away. My world in a glum and gray house manafests into wild adventures. Reading is the only time im free. The only time i smile. The only time i cry. The only time i actually live. Also, weird or not, its the only time i understand love. In real life, love is messy. Late night fights, tearful reunions, just to fight and break up again. In books, love is perfect, its this thing that makes the narrator feel safe and wanted. Like that person right in front of them is all they need to have a complete life. The only ture love is in books. And i dont live in a book, so i guess love isnt for me.

I do much better alone anyway, i have always been alone, its the way i live. Im used to it. Im used to my gray house. Im used to the dulling silence and lonliness that makes me want to scream. Im used to the unhappiness that surges thought me time to time, that feeling that even a book cant push away.

But all the changed when a stupid pink headed idiot crashed into my life. Literally.