Finding the Words

A/N: Just found this on my laptop from a few years ago. Let me know what you thinkā€¦

Warnings: Minor mention of death

He was never able to describe her to anyone, not even to himself. She was different, unique but all the words he tired to use seemed hollow and inadequate. She lived with such life, laughed until tears ran down her face and never cared what the world thought of her. If she was having a good time, then that was all that mattered to her.

He on the other hand, did care about what the rest of the world thought. His laughter was scare, his smile measured, or at least before he met her. Then everything changed. He still however couldn't describe it to anyone, not even her. Never could he find the words to describe the feelings he felt around her. His words felt empty, meaningless compared to her.

He could remember the last day they spent together as clear as if it was yesterday. She had wanted to go to the beach. She wanted to hear the sound of the waves crashing down onto the shoreline, feel the sand between her toes and feel the wind in her hair. It had taken some doing but he managed it. It was all worth it, if just for the megawatt smile he received. A simple peck on the cheek and she was off running down the beach the wind in her hair as she chased the waves. He soon followed and before they knew they were splashing around in the waves all cares gone with the wind. Looking back they probably looked a sight, but in that moment he didn't care. He just wanted to be with her. It was the last time he ever saw her.

They came the very next day and took her away forever. He could still hear her laughter and see her smile directed solely at him, but she was gone. Never to smile or laugh at him again, and he was certain his world was a little bit duller for it.

He stood looking down at the harsh granite headpiece supposedly describing her and the life she led on this Earth. It didn't do her justice, it never would. He had found the words too late and now she would never hear them. She could never know what she meant to him.

She was the contradiction that made perfect sense. The red rose in a sea of yellow. She was the last of a dying breed, all but forgotten by the rest of the world. She was like the footsteps in the sand but the tide had already come in. But most of all and always she would simply be Ana to him: the girl who had stolen his heart.