When the world comes crashing to the ground, you're left to pick up the pieces. But sometimes, those pieces are sharp and cut you. They cause you to bleed, even cry. But that was the essence of life, that was what life was all about. Not living to reproduce,
/it was living and teaching those who follow in your footsteps to lead a better life. At least, that's what she thinks. The dark hands of life grasp at you, tearing you apart, bitby bit. And homestly, you can't stop it. Emotions hurt. But they hurt
/even more when they're torn apart and ruined infront of your very eyes. Those eyes that remained glassy and clouded for years, lost, with no semblance of purchase. Life was cruel and unfair, she had learned that at a young age. Alone, it seemed. Yes,
/she had friends, but all of said friends couldn't begin to fathom what true pain felt like. And so, as blood pooled below her, tears of pain and happiness slid down her cheeks and dripped onto the hard ground below, she remembered. Her true pain and
heartbreak,
and how it all felt. Young girls should never have to undergo such vigorous training, should never have to feel pain the way she at the same time, she was glad. Glad to leave this cold, unforgiving world and glad to hopefullyfind somewhere
/that she could finally be at peace. Somewhere she could finally be happy. Just as she was leaving the physical world; happyand alone.