Beautiful, tall and cold. She stood alone, taking the words of malice that rolled over her like so many waves of the sea. Inwardly, her mind was racing, her thoughts on fire, her heart pounding. Outwardly, nothing could get to her. Nothing could break her ivory façade. Her demeanor spoke, “Dare to try and break me. Dare to bring me down!” And none would. She walked, and all stepped back. She entered, and all were aware. None would bend, or reach, to touch her, to feel the depth of her resolve, to know that she was weak, and that she could break if a breath touched her. Her façade could crumble at the slightest touch, at a hint of someone against her, but none could see. No one dared.

She was about to shatter. Her eyes would melt into a thousand crystal blue teardrops. They all breathed her in, until the breathed her life away, and she had nothing left to give.