She's the one who was so much brighter than everyone else, whose laughter when everyone else fell silent.

The one that made everyone feel like they had something special, something warm inside them.

But she has this pain in her chest. It's beautiful. it hurts her. All the time. It's almost as if she wants to cry.

She loves the flowers. But at the same time, she hates them because they are such beautiful things that don't deserve to be loved.

She doesn't know why it hurts so bad.