her name was Natasha

She looked as though she would break if you held her too tightly. Perhaps that's why she avoided contact, shuddering away from my touch as though it was poison. She stayed away from people, laughing it off and saying that she hated everybody. But the truth was that she was scared. She was scared of getting attached to people, scared of falling in love. Scared to death of having her heart broken.
I don't think anybody realised that her heart had been broken for a long, long time. Maybe she didn't even know.



photo credit - miche hart