Isolation was all she knew. Isolation is what every Fiber of her Being revolved around. Isolation is the only thing she thought made the Grandfather Clock's Tick. Loneliness made her Heart unintentionally break. She never knew the Feeling of Friendship, of Smiles, directed her way. She knew nothing of the Feeling of Love, not knowing what it was like to feel the Soft Gentleness of Lips upon her own, not knowing what Gentle Fingertips caressing her Pale, Flawed Skin during the Highest Moments of Ecstasy felt like.
So. Here she sat, and here she'll stay, even though her Whole World is filled with the Color Grey.
Yet Colors explode around her at every turn, as she stared at the Lavender Skies with Seafoam Eyes.