I look at her sad face and i try to reach out to comfort her but she seems a million miles away. I smile at her, she smiles back, but the pain in her eyes tell me an entirely different story. I look at her soft, brown skin, circles of pain around etched around her eyes, seemingly acting as a background for her state of mind. I wish I could go back in time, when I used to see her. Happy, and slightly conceited. Where did she go? What happened to her? Why is she now replaced with the woman I hardly recognised, world weighing on her shoulders. I miss the one before, the...