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The dark-haired girl looked at the blonde-haired man and red-haired woman sitting and laughing across the courtyard. She pushed her tray of food aside, her appetite suddenly gone, as she watched the couple. The red-haired woman groaned, and the man laughed, putting his left hand on her very pregnant belly. The girl saw gold reflected in the sunlight and knew by its presence, she was glimpsing a private moment in the lives of a married couple.
The girl sighed at their obvious happiness, and she looked down to her own flat belly. Thinking thoughts that were better left alone, she was trapped in her own mind. Then, the blonde-haired man's booming laughter filled the courtyard, shaking her out of her thoughts. She glared at the man who would not even let her wallow in her self-pity for longer than a few moments. Her gaze was undetected and ignored.
She closed her eyes and thought back again, ignoring the blonde-haired man's laugh. If only…if only…it was no use. Her peace disturbed, the dark-haired girl rose from her seat and disposed of her uneaten food. As she walked away from the happy couple, she couldn't help but think melancholy thoughts of life and death and the place in between where the weary existed.
She turned a corner and then another and another on the college campus, each step taking her farther away from the couple. She couldn't help but wonder and wish for a life that she could no longer have, a life that had been taken from her, like sand slipping through her fingers. Or blood as it seeped away from her body.