She was a girl. Free spirited like her mother she had a little rebel in her, a little chaos, and a little gentleness. Fierce like her father, she was strong, simple, and a little crazy. Sometimes she barely slept but in that same moment would doze off. And in that moment she would dream with the stars and everything was okay in that moment of being infinite. She believed that only she could chase her dreams. She believed she was different. A girl's suicide happens the moment society makes you feel ugly and you believe it. Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful. That never happened to her. She always had something to say but was afraid to voice her thoughts, and when the time came where she did, they echoed through the sky. She wasn't complete. No. But she was satisfied. She was a climax of an adventure, a roller coaster that only went up. She was unstoppable and took challenge with a smile.

Then came the crash.

Responsibilities. Stress. Hatred. Anger. Emotions overriding into others that shouldn't be felt. Stuck in the middle she didn't know what to do. Advice? Well. The funny thing about advice is, we always tell others the things we can't do ourselves. Love? Her heart had been broken repeatedly by the one she loved. She believed she was the type of person no one would fall in love with. She was complicated and what kind of man falls for a sad girl? That feeling had shattered and killed her and whilst she was recovering she pushed that emotion away. She became a closed book. She became judged by the ones far and close to her. Every person has his secret sorrows which the world does not know, and often times one calls a man cold when he is only sad. She wished her mind was unscarred. She wished she wasn't broken. She wished for a lot of things that won't come true, and those scars will always be there and she will always be broken because all she needed was someone, and that someone never came.

Hope.

Ups and downs. Hatred and love. Happiness and anger. Emotions. So many emotions. She was a girl, and she grew up. Sent back from Neverland to earth never to succeed in her fantasy dreams. But that didn't stop her. She began to breathe and live again, and every moment took her to a place where goodbyes were hard to come by. She was in love, not with someone or something, but with her life, and for the first time in a long time, everything was inspiring. She had to let go. To let go of the anger and hatred, of the bitterness and mistrust, and on the way she realized letting go was a lot like finding love. She had to learn to say goodbye to the one who gave her courage to say hello. She re-found love and wanted to believe again that there was no end to it, so she drowned herself in the seconds beneath the stars where magic and stillness collide and every time she thought of him, she was reminded of how it felt to be alive.

In the end her story is yet not finished. And it will never be finished until the moment where her eyes become a darkened ocean and her breathe stops. But this was the end of a chapter, and there would be more to come.

She was a girl. And in the chaotic rubble, she still remember who she was.