It was one of those 'tragic' love stories. Boy meets girl. Girl falls in love with boy. Boy leaves. The one part missing from the story? The part where he comes back and passionately professes his love for her.

She was a jaded fifteen, no longer believing love always worked out. She was one of those high school statistics- where you believe you'll be together forever, but really, it falls apart.

Bailey was a quietly pretty girl, dark brown hair falling past her shoulders. If she had been just a bit more this, or a bit more that, she could be easily described as 'mousy'. In fact, since she wasn't a 'bit' more this or that, she was often described as incredibly beautiful, mostly due to her bubbly personality. That had fallen flat, too, over the past few months.

She usually blamed most of her downfalls on The Boy. Before him, Bailey usually could be found out flirting and having a good time, not worried about love or missing someone, or getting her heart broken. Before him, she was the one breaking hearts, flitting from boy to boy like she was a bee. She wasn't slutty- not by a long shot, she chose her actual boyfriends more carefully then she did her homework. But she wasn't picky about who she flirted with, and thats what usually seemed to count.

She sat on the swing, her legs dangling limply. Out of the corner of her eye, Bailey could see a cluster of her friends in the field across from the playground. For half a second, she contemplated going over to she what was going on over there (the group was beginning to look more like a mob), but she decided against it. She would be bad company right now.

Bailey waved away the hair from her eyes, trying to blink away the tears pricking her eyes. 'Bailey, don't do this to yourself. Not right now' But she couldn't stop a memory from drifting in her subconscious, grabbing her attention unwavering in its determination to dominate her thoughts…