I used to think you were so beautiful. You used to have this glow that could make me tingle all over; even thinking about it gives me shivers. I could, without hesitation, call you the most beautiful girl in the world.

When I look at you now, you’re a shell. Hollowed, and only filled with smoke. I could weep for days thinking about your death, and can only helplessly wonder where your beauty has gone. I would have never fathomed this happening to you. I wish I could’ve saved you.