Her laugh is infectious. Every time you hear it, it just makes you want to laugh along. You want to smile. She makes you feel free. She’s like a gust of wind on a summer day. She’s the sun. She’s the light in the darkness. She’s there for you when you need her.

People flock around her; everyone wanting to be near the small piece of the sun that wouldn’t burn you when you touched it. She was friendly and she was loved. Her happiness was contagious and you just couldn’t help but be happy whenever you were around her, whenever you saw her. She was just like that but no one knew why. When questioned, her smile never waivered, and she would always give the same simple reply; “what reason do I have to be sad?”.

She was inspiring. Whenever you doubted your own ability to do something, whether it be something mundane or complicated, she’d always be there, right behind you, cheering you on, making you believe in yourself. Her smile was always so brilliant and her hope so bright, you just couldn’t help but believe her. It was almost as if you didn’t have an actual choice - there was no way you couldn't believe her. She was just so sure that you could do it so you had to believe her. After all, such certainty couldn’t come from nothing, right?

You believed her and you did it and whether you came out victorious or not, she was still right beside you. She congratulated you when you won, stood by your side and smiled at you when you won. She consoled you when you lost, stood by your side and smiled at you when you lost. Her smile never waivered, no matter what attempted to dim her.

She was magnificent. She was a blooming flower, filled with hope and certainty that everyone would be okay in the end and if they weren’t, then it wasn’t the end. She was bright and colourful and had so much potential. She was loved and admired by all. She was other’s hope and salvation.

The beautiful flower died, condemned to fate. All good things had to an end and no flower was eternal.

Admired by all, she withered.