Daphne
I should have known. That loving a girl like her was like loving the past, you can’t change it. After all, she is a wild thing akin to a summer storm, for if a storm blows down your house or breaks a tree, you don't say the storm was mean or cruel. It acted according to its nature and unfortunately, something was hurt. She is a silhouette running through a forest, with a smile as deadly as a dagger. It is only fair that I had hope.