And so she sat on the doorstep, hair in curls and makeup flawless, and waited for him to change...
...but soon, as always expected, the rain came. Her painted face smudged off, her smile wiped away and her hair was straight once more.
It hurt now as it always had, but somehow was new and piercing.
And tears running black with dashed hopes sting just that much more.
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