and on the gate read:

She didn't know skin could melt.
She did now.

It would only hurt the day after.
But it was nothing compared to how she felt
when she realised
as much as it hurt her, to her very core,
it was nothing
compared to how everyone who loved her would feel.
If they knew.

And all she could do was try to forget.

There was no point asking why.
She had made a hole in everything she was.
Everything she knew.

She wanted to.
But she didn't know why.