Surfaces 2

Her name is not a mystery to anyone, though no one can exactly remember it. They leave her to her loneliness, as if that were her only crime. No sentiment or disappointment ensues, in fact there is nothing but the blankness of knowing that somewhere along the way she existed as more than a phantom being. She had soul and once upon a time her life sung songs from fairy tales that know no other tune than those of happy endings. And no one quite understood what made her retreat, no one could fathom why someone with such positivity would cave to the darkness that lives in the corners of ones eyes.