I hear the silence of the night. I see the light in the sky as the rain begins to fall. I tried to envision if they are tears of pain, or the tears of joy that's running down my windowsill. When all of a sudden, with a flash of lightning and a crackling of thunder, your face appeared as if I was looking in a two way mirror. With the rain against the glass, it appeared unto your face as if they were actual tears. I closed my eyes, and counted to ten, hoping when I finished the reflection would disappear. Instantly it did, only to view myself with streams of tears in my own eyes, and not a mere illusion falling down my windowsill. That is when I realized it wasn't meant for me to be here. It wasn't joy hitting against my window, pouring down my windowsill, but pain that tapped and ran slowly down the glass. Taunting me, yet showing me how long this pain could last. Leaving me with a feeling, I never imagined I would feel. Lost in the image inside my window, as the rain drops fell unto my windowsill.
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