{Third Person P.O.V.}
She was left cold and alone.
And the cold swallowed her whole.
She had gone in her sleep.
A snow storm hit suddenly and her parents went into a state of panic when she wasn't in her room.
Where was their daughter?
No one knew but she herself.
Her funeral came soon and everyone was there.
They spoke of how she was a good person, how she was the most beautiful girl inside and out.
They didn't even know her, not like she did.
Her dark attire matched the mood, her hair put up to get it out of her face, the only thing missing was a book in her hands.
She waits until everyone had left when she approached the gravestone. She shuts her eyes tightly as she feels a single tear escape her eyes and drop to the stone beneath her.
"You idiot," she mutters with a shaky breath and a sniffle.
She stares at the stone for a while before laying a single lilac on the grave with great care.
She knows what had happened, but she didn't know why.
She thinks that perhaps she was the reason.
But she'd rather believe it because she was left there alone and cold.
And the storm hit, with the cold engulfing her.
And she was gone in her sleep.