"She was once bright, bubbly, and ambitious, even. She had dreams,
and wants. Her smile would brighten up the room.
Yet, one day, she stopped. Smiles ceased to happen, or if they did,
they looked so dead. There wasn't any shine in her eyes when she
smiled. It was like a plastic doll, eyes in a daze, distant. It was as
if she was always somewhere else. Her head, perhaps? Or maybe a
whole different world.
She didn't talk much anymore, either. She gradually became more
reserved, distancing herself from others, fumbling for her words.
It was as if she was afraid to utter a word. As if doing so would
lead to punishment. She always seemed unsure of herself, insecure.
Her body radiated the exact opposite of confidence in its aura.
She preferred to be alone, isolating herself in her room. She didn't
talk to her friends much anymore. She didn't dream her dreams
anymore. She didn't want anything anymore. She didn't participate
in her old hobbies anymore.
Nothing mattered, because she felt hopeless.
And the shine in her eyes never returned, the smiles never alive".
