Michelle didn't even noticed the girl fell but already was mixed with grief and emotion. When the girl mentioned that the dress is just a rag, Michelle's emotions burst. "ITS NOT A RAG!!!" She yelled and her voice echoed through the cave. She dropped the dress and went on all fours as she started crying and tears ran mercilessly down her cheeks and onto the rocky floor. She cupped her hands to her face and weeped.
"It's... it's... it's... not a rag! It's... my we-.. wedding dress!... or... or... all that's left of it... everything is gone,.... everything!.. Even my dress! All ... gone!.... They.... they attacked and.... and made me a slave... but I never changed my... my dress.. An.... an now... look at it!" She cried out. "They... they already had..... torn off most of it... with.... with only the minimal parts.... but.... now..."
Her small fits hit the white cloth on the rock as she waled. "<Sniff> <sobbing> ... I... I never even married....I... crerkk... gahh..." Her head sank down and she buried herself into the ripped white fabric in full grief.
