The thing is, no one heard her thoughts as she touched the wall of the outside of the temple, I don't feel welcome anymore. The thing is... She sunk to the ground, her hair blowing into her eyes and the single onlooker thought there was no way he'd be able to look away her; he saw, as the sun hit her face, trueness of her beauty.

"I just feel sort of drained." She thought there was no one around, so when she spoke, she said the words loudly, completely unaware. "I'm so tired of feeling the doubt; as if I'm just not good enough for anyone. It's like there are expectations I have to live to, and I never even intended for any of it to happen. It was just thrown at me. Yeah, okay, it was a gift at first. But how can a gift seem to fall apart and hurt so quickly?"

As he watched, he realized that she was all talk when she in public. There was always a front up, because, now here she was, alone, bare, raw, and completely vulnerable.

"So, I guess I just have to give up. I'm forcing myself to have that strength to finally give up and just let you do with it as you please. I'm going to be happy now. I just pray that you bless me with wisdom of knowing what to do."