It was in the way her heart was open but her soul shut tighter than a maximum security prison. It was in the way her smile was undeniably infectious and her laughter unbelievably hollow. The contrast of the two things, seemingly from two different people. The way she believed her body was a vessel, a vessel that needed to be polished. It was the way she sung as her soul sunk. The way she shone in darkness, but she was the darkness. All these were the makings of the sunshine girl.