She had hope that was filled with worry. If tipped over confusion will pour out. Her longing was so bad it hurt.
But the pain was not as intense at the holes in her heart. Made by tiny arrows of the cruels intent, the holes will never close. But never will she let that stand in her way no matter how bitter she became.
And seeing how easy it was to just allow the strings to be pulled instead of dodging, she allowed the archer to shoot. Whats one more beautiful hole.