Go.

Don't feel sorry for her, because this is not what you think. She doesn't want your pity anyway. That girl that looks like the star of Yet Another, Another Cinderella Story II, in her raggedy red dress and her last-minute thrown together hair. Sad? No. Pitiful? Yes. You probably think that I am a heartless spectator due to my lack of empathy for the "poor" girl. Who would not feel sorry for her? Me. I understand her better than anyone else. I know her inside and out. I've known her from the day that I could knock on her door and get a warm welcome, to this day. A day that I won't even get a passing glance. I understand that that girl's big blue eyes are not the hopeful Cinderella eyes we love to examine, and to lose ourselves in. Better yet, these eyes are absolutely hopeless. These eyes can only see the past. This girl thinks that the future is just another emptied bottle.
When was the first bottle emptied? On the day she first wore that sad excuse for a dress, that red one you see her strolling in everyday. She holds onto it with shaking hands until the folds of her fingers indent it, until she has sincerely forgotten that she has a practically infinite wardrobe. She walks through laundry day after laundry day, not even worrying about the wrinkles. They are the wrinkles he formed, when he cared for her and caressed her. They are all she has left of him and she's well aware that if she makes one swift movement they'll be gone forever.
Your Cinderella-esque girl is a shell of empty hopes and falsehoods. She is not anything special. Not even close. She's just another girl in a raggedy dress that well-resembles her past. She is simply just another someone whom cannot let
Go.