Her Story

Every day I saw this girl. I didn't know who she was, nor did I know her name... All I knew is that she smiled at me every day, and no one else. Day by day her sad little smile faded and grew thin. Bruises formed, 'cat' scratches, dark eyes. But I didn't care. I had better things to deal with than the girl with the dull eyes. Little did I know, if I had never said those five little words, she would still be here...