A beautiful thing… that’s all she was. The girl with the tired brown eyes tried over and over again to make herself more than that, but she couldn’t. She tried to feel passionate about something, find a hobby, anything…but she couldn’t, because her looks owned her. What everyone saw on the outside consumed everything she was internally, and this made her sad. However, she liked being sad kind of because then at least she was more than just a pretty face, she was a pretty face with a very sad heart.