She was the top student. Quiet and polite. She a girl I had eyes for. She a good girl, I seen her help her parents and her parents restaurant. Always on time, never talk back. She was pretty like a blossom bloom. In my eyes, she was like a blossom tree in a dead field. I just…can’t stop thinking of her.

But no matter what. Why is it I can’t get to be close? Is it cause of my rebellious actions? Is it cause of my poor reputation? Is it cause I sell illegal goods? Maybe is because I’m mentally not okay. I’m not perfect. What if I hurt a precious soul? So I just stay where I belong…a bad person who wanna love her. But those beautiful eyes always look at me…

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I was walking home late at night, counting the cash a guy paid me after I sold some cigarettes and vapes. I then heard a crying yell at the dark alley. I was curious, as I walk towards it. My heart sank to see her.

I immediately put the money in my pocket and ran to her. I pushed the creep away, as I threw fist at him. My adrenaline raced as I felt mad. How dare an old creep lay his fingers on her?! I kept punching him as I immediately was stopped at her begging cries. When she told me to stop. I stop. The old creep ran away as I panted.

I stood up and walk towards her. I check if she was okay. She has scratches on her palm.