She lost it all. Not in one big sweep, no-not like that. She lost bit by bit until there was nothing to lose. She tried so hard to cover her loss: fill her life with warmth, no signs of dulling grey. But how could she have warmth when she was so cold? How could she have majestic colours when her mind was so dark? But the coldness was only due to the absence of heat; the darkness was only due to the absence of light.
I guess you can say she was already messed up to begin with but everyone's heart beats strong before it becomes frantic, searching for a lifeline, before it can't take the excruciating pain anymore and finally submits. Freefalling but never quite reaching the bottom.
However, everyone has a tipping point and she was greeted by hers. It was just that the abundance of emotions she held were heavier so she fell harder. Losing all her nine lives until the world around her stated GAME OVER.
