Emma shrugged and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket."Tell me how crappy it is."she said and handed it to him.[This is an actual story I wrote]'Life is complicated.Sometimes these complications are for an unknown reason.No,wait,almost always they are.Excuse me for my correction.But honestly,I didn't write this to blab about the never ending universe of concepts and big words[which I would love to do]but I guess I did this for my story.The ones that show in peoples eyes and forever lay drowning in the sad pools of your heart.Knowing one day you'll pick out that little memory and retell it,then place it back to it's death in the pool.
My story however deals with the undenying complications of the human heart called love.Love of various things,to many to tell,mostly of life I guess.Maybe how to form a bond with someone that lasts long,like those weird car window comercials on TV.Or maybe how devastating things can happen to good people all around the world,every damn day.From the deep pools of sadness in my heart I give this memory to you,hoping it never will happen again to anyone I know.Don't take pity in me,that won't help.Just feel with your heart as I share my experience.'
Lily raised an eyebrow."What's the topic?"