She was like autumn, she had the bright sides, but no one really saw them. Everyone better loved the summer. Because, why would you keep the amber, when you can have ton of diamonds, right? And the winter, oh god she loved it. The feeling of freeze catching her fingertips every time she walked out. People have never really understood her. She was an open book of mysteries. She may seem to be read easily, but unfortunately, she wasn't. Only one person could really read her eyes. The friend who looked at her, and knew that something was wrong, but nothing was ever really right, was it?