Open your eyes and read small tale, of a girl and two men, only one a real male. The story will be short, the story will be sad, but only if you're willing will you finish slightly mad.

She never expected much out of life. A life worth living, a life worth a fight. She never dreamed like most girls dreamed. Her sleep was dreamless, empty through out the night. Though she loved a boy, and was intrigued by another, only then would her mother say "Go on girl, read quicker, another!" Aye, she had an eye for a story. One with erotic nature, full of a mans glory.

Then there was a man, crazed in his own way. He was always in thought, thinking throughout the day. His stories were graphic and always the gossip. His life was hardly known, but soon he would be the topic. He did indeed love the girl, strange in his own way. His mind would end up killing her though, soon one day.

But lets not forget a young man, handsom in his own way. Aqua eyes and a charming grin, never was he use for evil, not even to this day. He was a kind man, and the girls, he did they talk about. His mild manner ways, soft touch, never did he shout. Though the girls thought him pretty, never would they think more. Only was he there for thought, behind a closed door.

The three had their problems, very much so, but they all kept their secrets hidden. No one could know. Both men loved this woman, in their own way. One would have scared you, while the other shyed away.

Now while this girl was beautiful, she still could only love one. The one with the aqua eyes, the other would be shun. The man her heart held onto, though loved her too, refused to let it be known, refuses to show the truth. Though she waited and waited for her love to come around, the other man had a plan, one which would lead the girl to drown.

And now our beauty is gone, forever will her body lay still. Both men will live with the guilt, both in a different will. One refuses to show how he felt, the other showed to much. Now the boy with the aqua eyes, will never know her loving touch.

And now with a rush, the aqua eyed boy, he wishes to touch, the flesh to enjoy. Though her skin may be cold, her eyes closed shut. That did not matter to him, no, no...Not much. With a shaky hand he reaches, to run a finger across the everlasting blush. With a steady finger, he realizes that once missed touch.
Waking quickly, the boy gathers himself. Only a dream, a bugger hand he'd been dealt. The boy must go on with his life, the crazed dreams that interrupt his sleep. All because he couldn't love. He couldn't reach that deep.

The other man, slowly drives himself insane. Refuses to believe it happened, refuses to take the blame. It wasn't his fault the girl is dead. What he said is what he said. Now he'll sit alone all day, chained is his body for others to do what they may. He'll die soon after, but that's another story, another day. So now you know the story of the three some. May their lesson be yours as well. Come what may, rest assured, will come sooner or later, one day.