Tears of Joy
Florence Welch wiped her eyes as she looked out the window at the rain. This was strange. She loved rain, so why was it making her so sad? It wasn't the rain. Florence was homesick. She was tired. She was lonely. She was cold.
As she looked around the empty hotel room, she rubbed her arms and sighed loudly.
Am I sick? she asked herself, coughing a bit, Shit, I can't be sick. Trying to pull herself together, Florence stood up and walked to the sink, where she splashed cold water on her face, sending chills down her spine. She brushed her white blouse against her face, leaving a trail of mascara, which she then rubbed on her grey skirt.
She returned to the black leather sofa, where she closed her eyes, trying to relax. What was it she needed? Besides an aspirin, there was only one thing she wanted. Isa.
Florence picked up her mobile, but figured her best friend was probably asleep.
I bother her enough, Florence thought, pulling her flaming red hair, what the hell is my problem?
Just then, she heard a knock on the door. It opened, revealing a familiar bush of messy blonde hair.
"Flo?" Isa called, looking around the room. Her eyes found Florence, who had looked up to grin at her.
"Hey, I left my phone here, how late were we up?" Isa asked, but stopped when she had a better look at her friend, who looked hollow, like a beautiful ghost.
"Are you alright, Flo?" Isa said, concerned. Florence blushed.
"It's alright", she lied, "I'm just not feeling well".
"I'll leave you alone, then, hon."
"No!" Florence cried, It's just...I need you."
