Porcelain Heart

It was supposed to be the best day of her life. But as she was there, standing inside the church. Wearing her wedding dress. Nobody showed up. Nobody not even her fiance. She fell down on her knees, crying and begging why. She felt her heart breaking and a broken heart can change people. Some internally, some externally. She then awakes on a parkbench, where she meets you. Waving you hand infront of her face. Just to realise that she had turned into a porcelain doll, with balljoints that squeak when she moves. She can't return home like this. What will you do? Offer help? A place to stay? Will you just leave? Or will you do something completely different? The choice is yours. What will you do?