Melancholy
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Drip,drip,drop
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It was a sad day. Even the weather was gloomy. It wasn't a bother for the blonde girl looking out the window of her quaint little apartment. She was watching the outside world with a sad smile on her face. Her eyes hinted of a bit of wistfulness,and nostalgia. The girl just sat there, quietly. Sitting alone, with no one but her cat to keep her company. The blonde stared at her window, watching as the raindrops poured down her window, with those deep azure eyes of hers. Even with the tears she shed and the eyebags she has,her eyes were still beautiful. The rain didn't show any sign of stopping. "Look,the clouds are crying." she whispered to her cat. Her voice came out raspy, hoarse, probably from all the crying she had been doing. The cat just let out a meow, it sounded woeful, as if it was feeling all of the pain and sadness it's owner was going through.
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Sadness.
Pain.
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It rained even harder. It rained hard enough to muffle all the crying, the whimpering, the sobbing the sad, lonely girl was making.
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She was alone. But she wasn't always alone.
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Drip,drip,drop.