Talk:Benjamin "Benny" Carraway/@comment-4933170-20150322083639

{{TheaJansen|She sat in silence underneath a lone tree. Within the shade's cover, the girl held on to a locket around her neck. The silver and copper that made the accessory glinted in the sunlight that managed to slip between her dainty fingers. Her eyes, however, were upwards. They looked at the tree's canpies and how it swayed with the breeze, hoping the sunlight would find her and bring her warmth. Pain. Anything. She was weird, to most everyone she met. She knew this. Normally she wouldn't care. But today... She asked herself why she was.|Colors-of-Fire (talk) 08:36, March 22, 2015 (UTC)))