She was a real charmer, they'd say. People would stumble at her feet, they'd gossip. You'll see her walking on the streets with her head up high, and her heels even higher. Her lips as red as blood, and those eyes - proud and full of wonder, - they tell me to be brave.
It's every girls' highlight, they said. A time in her life where she glimmers. It's when she had every spotlight on her, never having room for anybody else. It's when she had everything a girl could ever wish for. And it's her, living it up to her dreams.
Until one day all that fades like evening during sunrise. She saw it coming, really she did. Because she was smart, and she knew nothing was meant to stay forever. Maybe she was prepared for the idea of it, but not for the weight of its consequences. The more she has, the more she has to loose. And so she did. Not all at the same time, but slowly - she lost everything. Until all she became are debris of what used to be the perfect girl.
No words could ever describe how much it crippled down her sanity. It's all she ever thought about at night, depriving herself from the hours of sleep she very much needed.
And now here she is, sitting in a corner of a dimmed room, her bloodstream flooded by alcohol, with a cigar slowly dying in her left hands. Wondering where it went wrong, forever asking how she got there.
"What happened to you", he asked.
"You used to shine like gold."
