A bottle of red

She was anything but plain. Her smile wasn’t something that was a simple half drawn line on a face, it was complex and changeable. You could see an inner beauty, a beautiful human being. She was someone who knew how to love and how to give.
Physically, her hair was flowing and reached around her shoulders. She had beautiful brown hair that she dyed a bright shade of red. She invoked a certain control over her own body, and this allowed her to internally know this was her personality.
But inside she was hurting, she was in love with a man who was rejecting her, her home was filled with drug users, and she was working a minimum wage job and had no transportation to escape.
There was a man who knew of her problems, and he believed he could save her. He wanted to give a small piece of his heart to her even though he knew that they would never really be.

Because life is stranger than fiction