Fiercely independent. That's what she was. Didn't let anyone see her cry. No emotion. Just a fake smile. Day in and day out. Living a lie through a life she created. The days become longer and the nights seemed endless. The air was just becoming too heavy. The depression weighing on her shoulders. Even then, she didn't let her walls down. As guarded as before, she masked her feelings. Going through the motions. Being vulnerable meant her secrets were no longer safe. No longer secrets that she held so dear. But honestly, what was the point anymore? What was the point of living? Nothing was worth it anymore. Nothing meant anything like before. She couldn't hold on much longer. It was too difficult.