I sit here staring at her and something just hits me in the gut. She’s not simply beautiful. It feels like she’s carrying the full weight of a sky no one remembers anymore. Her hair keeps falling and falling like it has no end, and that butterfly on her chest glows like the last warm breath left in a frozen world. Those wings… they don’t even try to fly. They just hang there, see-through and heavy, like they’re holding something that would shatter for good if she ever let go. She looks so alone it actually hurts to look at her.