It was snowing outside, but that didn't seem to bother her at all. She was so focused on the book that she was reading that she didn't even notice the people around her. She was in another world that only she knew of and it looked peaceful.
It wasn't her smile, though it was beautiful. It wasn't her laugh, though it was music to his ears. It was all the darkness that she tried to hide, all the voices in her head. It was the weight on her shoulders that she took every day without complaint, that was what made her special from the rest. She was a fighter and she never gave up. She gave nothing but kindness to those around her because she didn't want anyone feeling how she felt.