She was no angel and he certainly wasn't a saint but neither were a sinner. They were just two lost souls that may just help each other find themselves again.
Kooky was the girl who always wore a pink little daisy in her hair, and Harry was the guy with tatty brown boots and a tatty brown journal that not a thought wasn't recorded in. She wasn't crazy and neither was he, in her words; their minds just had a fault.
They would take their meds and they would go to therapy, just as everyone else with the same fault in their minds but Kooky and Harry had something a little extra, each other. All they needed was the other to sooth their demons and excite their minds and maybe they'd find a little bit of love along the way.
(A/N: Prologue for my new story that will be coming soon, please vote/comment so I continue).