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Lightening clashed and thunder howled. Rain poured down into the dark empty streets of a small neighborhood, crashing upon houses, causing streets to over flow. Wind blowing so viciously, it knocked trash cans over and sent them in chaos rolling down the rain soaked alleys. No person in their right mind would be caught dead in a storm such as this. But, one person was, a girl no older than 15. She was around 5'3" in height. Her soaked hair, if dry would have shown gold brighter than any in a sunny summery days light. And, her eyes, her eyes held so much sadness and confusion that just one look into the deep sapphire pools would cause you to get lost for hours wondering what ordeals she had to have gone through to end up like this.
Walking past house after house and alley after alley the girl continued not caring what happened to her. She was lost in the events that had past only mere hours before. Her heart broken and her love stripped; blindly she wondered the deadened streets of her assumed lover's neighborhood. Stopping dead she dropped to the cold hard ground, no longer able to contain her emotions. She had thought he loved her that she was his only one, but no, he only cared for her as a friend. He had said that he had loved her once but it had faded into just a friendship. She had bared her soul and all its contents to him this night and he had killed her. He had torn her soul out piece by piece, not caring that he was murdering her. Only caring that he was happy that he was in love with 'her' that other girl. After that confession and rejection she fled from his home out into the bitter rain not really caring where her feet carried her, only wanting to escape the torture that waited for her back upon her 'lover's' step.
An hour had passed whilst she wept. Her beautiful eyes were now red and irritated from the unnatural emotion. Heat was leaving her body rapidly, she new if she didn't move into some place warmer she would eventually pass out and die. What did she care? She had nothing left. The one thing she had desired more than life was now out of her grasp. Still she would try, if not for herself then for the ones left who cared for this worthless shell. She willed her self to stand, but her body would not obey. She had waited to long hypothermia was sure to have set in, and now she could feel her body tiring from the sobs that had come so hard. Still she tried again, but to no avail. Finally, giving up she plummeted to the cold ground, consciousness slipping away. Almost to the end of the line, her last sight was that of a figure with flaming red hair.
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