Don't Stop Breathing

He saw her nearly everyday, from afar, rain or shine, she skated her way down the small concrete path at the park, then taking the small dirt trail just peaking through the edge of the trees that lined the back of the neighbor hood playground by foot. Calum didn't know where she was going, or what she was doing but God he wanted to. He wanted to know everything about her, why she never smiled and what music was playing through the white ear buds hanging from her ears. She never noticed him as he stopped and stared, pausing his soccer practice, in hopes that the girl with the pink hair might stop and stare too