Her nails dug harshly upon her palm as she thought about this.
Her platinum hair fell fairy like upon her shoulders and down, down to rest by her hips.
Her eyes were full of the mist of determination after loss and harsh judgement.
She was not made deaf by the hurtful remarks laid upon her head or the stares upon her person or the way that her brother moved away from her when she drew near.
It was irrelevant to most, how broken her heart was; she seemed to be made of ice in their eyes.
Of course, Natalya couldn't feel such pain deep down when faced with countless rejections from her brother, Ivan, and his reactions to her presence and the advances that she'd made or the way that the other children stared and whispered.
They were supposed to be young adults showing off their maturity yet she found no acceptance there.
Natalya's fingers curled tighter and her skin broke, letting delicate blood drip down to form small pools.
Her small body shook in her attempts to not release tears or sob from pain both caused by her situation and her reaction to it.