She said
"Solitude is bliss and that's why I have mastered the art of being a recluse" .

I looked at her
catching every nuance of expression
wondered what entangled her in thoughts of chagrin. She hated her life and she wished she had never been born.
This was a beautiful girl admired by every man in town.
Her eyes shone like diamonds
Her body was voluptuous and even the priests could fall for any temptation
Her curves were perfect like eight.
She was a **** adorable young girl I wanted for myself too.
But she was a woman with a broken heart
Who wanted space from anything that reminded her of her cruel past
So she ran away