and she was gone

She was very much like the sun, too bright to touch, dangerous to look at.

There was a shine in her eyes that reflected off the fire in her soul.

She was worried that if she let the pain in, it would swallow her whole, so she kept a smile on her face and a cage around her heart.

Then she decided she was finished. She left without a whisper to not disturb the birds in the trees. The only sign of her leaving was the soft rustle of the leaves and the faint sent of curiosity.

She left with a gracefulness uncanny to many and laughed with the delight that few understood.