She was what you would call lovely. Everything about her, the way she spoke, the way she moved, and the way she cried.
When she spoke the planets aligned. When she walked flowers grew at her feet. When she laughed hearts melted. She was everything you wanted and needed.
You saw the beauty in her, but you saw something else too. You saw her beauty as if it had a scar running through it. Fragmented glass left to cut everyone she loved.
Victims of her love were left bloodied and bruised. Her words forever ingrained into their minds to torment them day in and day out. Her words could bring new life to the ones she met, but later those same words could be used to wound them once again. This damage far surpassing the pain any sticks or stones could leave.
You didn't blame her for the pain that trailed after her. She was once innocent, nothing but a ball of pure happiness. But now she was a wilting rose, a dead beauty.
She was broken, but in a strange beautiful way.
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Well that happened. I just kind of sat down and started writing. Oops. So yeah part one is done
