she was never the type to blend in.

the way she dressed, talked, walked... everything about her had that effortless swag.

she didn’t try to be cool.

she just was.

when she was gone, people didn’t suddenly become sad and dramatic.

they just went quiet.

because everyone knew there would never be another person exactly like her.

her pictures stayed on old phones.

her playlists stayed untouched.

and every time someone wore something she used to wear, someone would say,

“she would've made it look better.”

maybe that was her ending.

not being remembered as perfect.

just being remembered as completely herself.

different, unforgettable, and impossible to copy.