Narrowing her sapphire eyes, she tossed her head, and her silky blonde hair caught the sunlight. She was striking and turned heads when she passed. Mark's hair was long, his eyes brooding, and like Megan, he stood out in a crowd. Keely was flattered by his attention. Mark gave you your first real kiss, took you to your first dance.
Firsts are special.
Everything was new and fresh, but Mark's foolishness would have grown old. Megan started walking again, and Keely, ducking her head so her hair hid her face from passersby, slogged along behind her. She'd held onto her dreams so tightly, they were wearing thin, but she didn't know how to let go. Mark was her neighbor and she'd followed him around since he was ten. It's not your fault.