Fragile soul.

Her eyes that held such wonder, passion, and beauty now vacant and empty as a shell. Her smile, oh that glistening smile, now turned to a gray, horrifying frown. Her gorgeous, long maine of golden hair no more, but now as dull as the fragments on a broom. Her lovely face that once held the beauty of the moon and sun combine, glowing with passion, and life itself is now weather and worn of that of an old woman as such a year, one year, had the ability to break her fragile soul into two, and break her down to levels she never knew existed.
For the girl she use to be, the girl that hides within her somewhere... is now gone...