She

Into her 25th year, she was already reduced to a mere shadow of what she started out life with.

No longer enjoying the little things she used to get excited over, the atmosphere of hollowness which carries her days through were strangely peaceful yet empty.

Her rages used to be catastrophic, her love used to be fiery and passionate.

Her excitement used to be infectious, her eyes carried a gleam of fire and determination.

Nothing probably interests her anymore.

Life holds no more significance for her, save responsibilities and obligations, doing the things that needed to be done and universally accepted.

The beautiful, happy and fiesty passionate little girl, whom liked to do things different from the world, is almost gone now.