A Story As Old As Time

Ash was a girl of many appeals. 

If I had a paper and a pen, and say for some reason I had to list out all her best qualities from A to Z, I would run out of space, or ink, or most likely, both before I even got to the letter C.

She's caring, she's always considerate… charming without even trying. Popularity-wise, she'd fit right in the upper limits of that totem pole, and I see absolutely no reason why she shouldn't be.

My only gripe with it was that maybe perhaps… she was perched a bit too high up there for her own good. Because you know, as they say, too much of good is a bad thing.

And here, there was seriously just way too much of her. In the front covers of books, plastered on the wooden placards of various stalls, as a model posing within the panels of glass casings. 

Everywhere I go, I see her face, I see Ash… and in turn, so could she.