She tears away the pages in her journal, lets them float into the fire. One by one. Things she would rather not remember. Things she had written down, just so she could burn them.
"My fault" She whispers softly as a tear falls from her eye and hits the ground silently. "Should have told someone...sooner" Wonders how different her life would be now if she had. Too late to hide from the pain, try as she might.
She stands broken, in the corner of the room. Afraid to face her past.