She was an apparition.
You could actually see through her. She was fractured bits, Held together with ribbon and string. Her face, dull and flat. Her hands at her sides, fingers slightly rubbing the top of her trench coat pockets. She was fractured and seemed to fall to pieces as I watched. She crumbled. She broke. She finally cracked.
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