Her eyes, lightened, shining and shimmering.
Her hair, golden, soft and smooth as cotton.
Her smile, she always looked happy.
Well almost.
She faked it. She always did. Nobody knew. Or maybe somebody did?
Her pain could be seen through her eyes as she looked at the sea, trying to crush and turn the cliff into pieces.
The breeze turned into wind, the wind turned into hurricane, the hurricane destroyed houses, broke the branches and crushed the pavement. But there she stood. Looking at the sea. Her mind, always active. Little did she speak. But silence spoke for her, and then she smiled.
