May was a beautiful girl once. In a way.
At first glace, one might actually consider her unremarkable - plain, even - but the longer you looked at her the more depth you found in her appearance. The more you thought about her, the more depth you felt from her presence.
Her hair was a golden shade that would have been considered pretty, if you took the time to take notice, which almost no one ever did. Her eyes were always a haunted grey; her skin was always pale no matter how long she spent in the sun. Despite this, there was a beautiful glow about her that no one could ever quite place. Perhaps a glow of power; which, rather than drawing others to her, was a deterrent. She didn't make friends and her family paid her very little mind.
Yet, inside this small girl was the beauty of a pure soul. Of a person so gentle, with so much love to give, that she'd have been considered a gift to anyone who was lucky enough to have her favor.
The thing about being so pure, however, is that you're corruptible.
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