Chance Collins

"She paints in grey And she closes her eyes 'Til fireworks and palm trees almost look alike She looks up to me and whispers "I won't be here in a year" So I take the long road to think and wonder why I can't sleep with all this sunlight If there's still evidence of us Why can't that be enough?" Chance Collins. His pov: I met her in the corner of an awkward middle school dance. Where some kids were dressed too formally. Some guys in a t-shirt and shorts. She didnt wanna be there. Not really. Her friends dragged her along. Paid for her ticket, so she felt like she had to go. And as Ive gotten to know this girl. Ive learned, she only does things when she feels like she has to. I wouldn't say shes depressed. She wouldnt say shes depressed. And she doesnt hide things. She's open, about her feelings and she doesnt care who knows. But to be depressed is to be a certain category of sad. And she just isnt that category of sad. Just out of place. So when last week, she told me she wouldnt be here next year. My first selfish thought, was what about our plans for after graduation. And now I watch her day to day. Trying to piece together what I missed. Because she isnt depressed. She just had good days, and bad days. And sometimes sad days. But never this. And now I'm torn between shaking her and asking why. Or just letting our relationship continue its pattern of her telling me and me accepting. You guys are seniors in highschool starting the school year!