In a state of mind where passion and despair collide, she breathes her last breath. Beauty does not bring her glory, beauty brings and undefined curse. The over exaggerated attention that was brought on her was her sacrifice. A dangerous lust that infected all her surroundings.
Forever painting the picture that was depicted in peoples imaginations, her being, lived in a surreal complexion of perfection. To be seen as a mirror of a physical appearance but never to be seen as who or what she in reality was for she was real.
A selfish longing of the materialism of a person will break them. Destruction of the soul does not bring an escape way. Unfix-able breakage that no power in the world may heal. She breathed her last breath for she was imperfectus perfectus, perfectly imperfect.