She was more fragile than ever. Ready to fall and never get up again, ready to give it all up. The moment her heart was broken again. She was ready to release her tears. Those she had held for so long. Much too heavy they already felt. Tired and exhausted by the razor-sharp words of her closest ones and the icy cold looks of those whose warmth she needed to feel the most. Didn't they recognize her... The little girl from that time she still carried inside her? ___________________________________________ if this my word becomes a treasure to you let me introduce my darkness being my only gift for you for there was nothing more she could offer to those who believed in her nothing more than her icy cold darkness