| The rain was like hailstones as it hit her on the head. The droplets clung to her brown locks for dear life, as if they would never survive without her. The mascara that had been so carefully done made black lines down her face and the eyeliner was long gone. The hazel eyes behind the lashes quivered, but never moved from the place she stared, a flower, pushing itself up from between cracks in the pavement. Her long leather jacket protected her upper body from the rain, but she could feel the tiny drops as they slid down her neck and were absorbed by her expensive silk chemise under her coat. The top of her jeans were soaked and her sandals were useless to protect her feet from the rain.
The air was hot, sticky, but the rain was like ice. She exhaled, as if she had forgotten to breathe. She was alone. No umbrella, no shoulder to lay on, no person to hold, it was an empty void feeling. Suddenly she leapt up from the beach and turned on her heel and ran. The rain hit her hard in the face she as she sprinted. She finally let the tears fall it didn’t matter, it was raining, no one would notice. Her chest heaved as she took the hundreds of steps to the roof of her apartment. She stripped off her coat as she came through the door. Her sandals; long gone. She wept, tears falling harder than the rain. Her hands shook; her whole body quaked with fear, sadness, regret, anger, and all the other emotions to describe emotionally unstable. She stood on the short wall that surrounded the roof, closed her eyes, and jumped.
The weatherman predicted rain. |
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