The girl with the Red Dress

Butterflies in her stomach as though it would be her last, seasons of joy and happiness as though there was no darkness in this place of goodness.

But those on the outskirts of the lands where music would play till late and streets would crawl with people rushing through the crowds and smoke and drink would glaze through as though everyone was intoxicated, but yet full of life and full of bright big happiness, but instead this place was full of despair and darkness where people would not be rushing through the crowds and smoke and drink would not be to everyone taste. The lands were dead, full of nothing and emptiness would feel the streets, people would run and all that was left was her, the girl with the Red dress.

People would run due to her beauty of perfection all the way down there were no errors to her just perfection.

The girl with the red dress was full off beauty but her heart was broken, broken of the world she was in. She could see the horror of the world and what it brought with it, it destroyed her soul inside and on the outside, everything she brought to this new place was all fake, all a mask and all covered. No one could tell of her imperfections because of how happy she was seen to all, making others feel good about themselves and others seeing her as this beautiful, kind, hearted person.

Not realizing that her inside was destroyed by all the darkness she had seen and lived.

But the Dangers she brings with her red dress flaming like fire, eyes that told lies on the outside of the surface.

No one could tell that the girl with the red dress was nothing more than a lie.