She fell apart. Her hair pealed off her head like flower petals.

 

No, she plucked them out.

 

“He loves me. He loves me not.”

 

Angrily, she tore at her scalp.

 

Baring her delicate stamen. Her vibrant colours turned to mulch.

 

Too fragile.

 

Winds came. Rain came.

 

She couldn’t keep her head up or her spine straight. So she fell.