[ladybugg03]

A young teenage girl sat in the garden with her head down. Her chest heaved and her shoulders moved in a irregular pattern. Her brown hair covered her face so you could not it. Her fingers were fumbling with something shiny. A ring. A beautiful, diamond ring. It was simple and elegant. And it belonged to the girl. Loralie brushed the hair out of her face so you could see the tears running down her face. Her silver eyes with filled with tears, each one dropping to the stone pathway beneath her feet. The girl enclosed the ring in her hands and brought it close to her heart. "Cullen..." she muttered. Suddenly, a twig snapped. Loralie's bolted to her feet and looked around. "Who-who's there?" she called out.
(Anyone is welcome to be there)