She could have had more, and the very thought of that cut her to the core. When she looked back on her past, she'd sigh and wish she'd made it last. Because she didn't end up the way that she'd hoped. She hid in the corner and moped. She was shy and afraid, and when someone took over, she'd cave. She could have had so much more. She could have had children and adventures, she could have more Polaroids in her picture collection. That's how her story goes.