Such a delicate heart, like a flower. So bright and red, welcoming the world. Petals open, ready to accept the universe and be one with the seasons. The world began breaking her down. Pulling her petals, blocking her sun, stealing her sunshine and rain to grow. Crushing her to pieces. Taking all she had. Her heart's beating slowing to silence. Her life being taken, her soul drained like a flower starved of fresh water. The world slowly stomping on her, crushing her, picking at her pieces, leaving her with nothing but pieces of petals impossible to put back together. Leaving her to die, the world had taken all she had. A flower, crushed. A pure existence tainted. The cruel world had poisoned her, leaving nothing to save her.