Like Porcelain

It was like looking at an Angel. So divine and sacred. She surrounded herself with darkness. Like a somber cloak of sadness. Yet, in those few times that she smiled her sad eyes showed a glint of light that illuminated her entire being. I tried to get close to her, to show her that she wasn't alone in the world. But her heart was surrounded by the walls of Tartarus themselves. She was like a porcelain doll to me. So sensitive and fragile, only to be handled with care. That was Davina.