Mad

‘She was mad in a wonderful sort of way. She let herself be consumed by him. He sought her out and she fell. Fell fast and hard. She gave away so much of herself that at last nothing was left for her. She wept at nights and when the sun would shine you would only see her features graced with a smile. She never could tell you the true extent of her broken heart. But, she could heal your pain with her words. She'd only wanted to be loved but she withered away like an embalmed corpse.’