She

She couldn't have children, but the sight of them filled her heart with passion and streaked her cheeks with tears.

She lived alone, but her soul longed for a partner, a sense of togetherness that was unlike any mere friendship.

She was not beautiful by any means, but everything was art to her, and she found beauty in the dirt beneath her feet.

She was not one to interact, but she had a deep fascination for people; their interests, their back-stories, their secret desires.

Her soul never slept, but when the moon was out was when she was most herself, and truly alive.

Depths lie beneath her skin, but all that displayed to the world was a shallow, expressionless mask, and this was what bothered her most.