Her hair and heart were black, the same. It wasn't that she was cruel or ill-willed; she was just too vulnerable. She had been, at least. Now she had walls. The walls were so high and tall that not a single soul dared to enter. That was the problem; she built walls to shut people out and then cried when she was alone. She was always alone. She was always tired. All she wanted was for someone to climb the walls; but no one was brave enough to see her for who she was; broken.