She was perfect, but she didn't seem satisfied with the fact that she is. She always had that empty feeling in her chest. She always felt that she needed something or someone to help her feel alive again. Gossips and rumors killed her, as well as her reputation was rubbish. Florence thought that love is optional. She depreciated love. She didn't ever think that the power of love would lead to severe discord, but at the same time, lead to endless glee.