⊰ ✿ ⊱  — Incorporeal confusion was laid as a
 luster as the coldness in her flesh. A simple. bitter reminder
 of what innocent eyes had saw. And thus, instead,  radiant hues
 were left dry due to the vehement of sadness that surrounded
 such a frail figure. To walk and to see was like to fall and to
 cry because ones true self was the worst.

( *  Eyes deceive me,
but it’s still the same. )

❛ —Crying? i wasn’t crying.  ❜