If Beauty Had a Name

They always spoke of beauty as if it were an idea, a word too fragile to touch, too sacred to belong to anyone. People chased it, worshiped it, destroyed themselves for it-yet it remained untouchable, drifting above the world like light that could never be held in the hand.

Until her.

The first time she stepped into the room, silence followed her like a shadow. Faces turned, conversations died mid-sentence, and even the air seemed to hesitate. There was no need to say her name; it carried itself on every pair of lips, trembling like a secret too heavy to keep.

She was not merely beautiful. She was the answer to a question no one dared to ask. She was the embodiment of a word too often abused, too carelessly spoken. If beauty had ever chosen a form, if it had ever decided to dwell in flesh and blood, it was hers.

And yet, beauty-true beauty-is never innocent.
Because where beauty walks, envy follows. Where beauty shines, shadows gather. And where beauty chooses to rest... someone always wants to claim it.

If beauty had a name, it was hers.
And the world would never forget it.

Credits to: Roll206

Jensoo Converted