JASON NAYLOR: She was different... just like everyone else. She stood out like a sore thumb when she was alone, and fit right in with herself. She knew what she liked, but couldn't describe it, though it was either color or black and white. All she really knew was a little bit of anything, and nothing about everything. Her eyes were the color of light shining through raindrops, and her lips melted like rainbows in the sun. She caught my gaze as she glanced back, and was gone. She was different, just like the rest. Art by Jason Naylor