Always lagging behind others, and apparently in a world of her own. Easily affected by comments and moods of others, yet sometimes just so oblivious to the happenings around. They would whisper behind her back, enjoy a laugh about her awkwardness, and it hurt her so. Blows to that already fragile self-esteem.
But she could finally smile now, for if she hadn’t trailed behind the other sunset chasers, she would never have met him.
