She smiled and looked into the mirror. With her new haircut and bright green eyes staring back. In that moment she had hope. She had hope that maybe she could be happy. That maybe someone would think she was special. Carefully applying lotion, doing her hair, her makeup. Putting on the finishing touches she decided to wear a white dress. The dress was flowy in the back and cut in the front. It adorned roses against the soft cotton white background. She felt beautiful as she slipped into the dress. It fit her pretty well she decided. There wasn't many days she felt pretty, but in this dress she suddenly felt confident that she was in fact at least "cute" in it.  Deciding on cute sparkly white sandals she drove to her date at the restaurant.

"I guess I'm underdressed" he says greeting her. She tried to explain that he looked great she just felt like wearing the dress. Suddenly..she didn't feel so pretty anymore. She felt embarrassed.. and stupid. Why would she ever think for a second that anyone would care what she is wearing? let alone notice? No one had ever told her she was beautiful other than her mother which she knew that her mother only said that because.. well, she was her daughter and she probably knew that if she didn't tell her. No one ever would. Her heart sank to her stomach and she tried to hide her thoughts and smiled. She noticed he looked at her with dead eyes. There was no sparkle in his eye as she talked about her travels and past. She knew that this would be short lived. No one ever sticks around long. The feeling that she thought was possible yesterday is smoke in the wind. When its first burning it burns strong. It burns big. Its hot and firey. As all is burnt.  It starts to slow. Leaving nothing but ash. That is her. She is ash. The fire was done in only a few days. She wished she could feel it again. It felt strong this time. But I think she always knew that she was always going to be alone.