That was what she was good in doing. Fixing people yet when they learn to feel for her, she disappears as fast as a peice of chocolate down a childs throat. 

But maybe she was treated that way. Maybe she had spoken to strangers and given her heart to them, only to find out that she was merely an option.

The door can't be open for far too long, she thought. It's best I lock it, she told herself. 

But then again, there she was: trying to help people when she could not even help herself.