And that is the thing about her, see?
She kept on surviving with bullet holes in her lungs and knife marks scarred on her back. She never let anything get in her way. Resilient. A fighter; not by choice but a warrior at heart.
With the switching sides, betrayals, wildfire lies, rumours and backstabs, she survived. But that was essentially what gave her beauty an edge. She had a glowing heart made of flames and stardust.
She lived in a world of fantasy, music and magic, that separated her and made her stand out from anyone else.
A combination of sensitive and savage, with her passions frowning brighter than her fears, she walked on. Her brightest of smiles intimidated people.
She turned every eye in the room – not because she was pretty. But because she looked like the definition of strong. A walking miracle in a room of mindless gossips.
She could catch the gasps and the green eyes in the room. But she looked ahead with an amusing smile.
Never shattered; But a breathtaking mosaic of the battles she’s won.
She was poetry, in a world that was still learning the alphabets.
And honestly, her life seemed to be so much better because she noticed even the smallest of things and dreamt her own world. She loved the buzz of a bee, the colour of the setting sun, the sky, the delicate blossoms after light showers of rain, the large peaches that ripened every July and the apples that tumbled down at her feet.
With dark bright eyes, flowing hair, and a grin that never seemed to wear off, she never got tired of watching the moon, the stars, the thunderstorms, and looking at cream make galaxies in her coffee.
She was criticised, called on, and humiliated by people who were lamely bored with their own lives. But what could any hollowness and stupidity stand against a tongue made of a dazzling knife? She shut mindless chatter and rumours just with a look. A dignified and a pleasant one that screamed people not to utter a word more.
With laughter that rang out distinct from the chorus of bleats and noises, she was kind to every soul she met.
She made the light in other’s eyes her Sun, the music of God her symphony and the smile of nature, her happiness.
Happiness is a choice. And she chose it. Every atom of her body was alive with energy. And she lived.
And with wings made of fire, she flew high in every direction possible.
People had various visions of her. But either way, every day it made her even more amazing, because God, she was an inspiration in every form.
And honey, she might have been thought to have a black hole instead of a heart. But she held galaxies within.