She sat at her desk, the pen scribbling along the paper furiously. Her tears were hard to contain and were soon raining down her cheeks. She continued writing through her blurry vision, though, writing until everything she wanted to say was down on the paper.

And then, she stopped. The tears stopped flowing and the pen froze. For she realized that what she writing wasn't something that she could give. The pen left an ink splotch mid-sentence. Sighing, she crumbled and threw it into the garbage bin, grabbed another piece of paper, and started the process all over again.

Written in 100 words.