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She was happy it was raining outside. The street light from the corner gave the dusk a hazy glow found only in the city. She watched from the window as the drops hit the puddle, one by one, slow and steady. Each little splash seemed to last only an instant, a tiny flicker before it became apart of the larger puddle, lost forever. She sat, idly gazing out the window, and it occurred to her that this one moment summed up the total of her life. She was always looking out that window, always watching life from the outside, distinctly distant from everyone around her. She noticed the slight crack in the glass toward the bottom of the window pane. How fitting, she thought. Ironically, in every room she’d ever had in her life, the window was flawed. It seemed to her that every single one she had ever touched, she ‘d broken. She always put in the proper maintenance requests too, waiting and waiting for them to get fixed, and yet, it amazed her how not a one ever was, not until much later anyway. She fingered the stack of letters on the desk beside her. Every one was from the new residents of her old homes, telling her how gorgeous the new pane of glass was that had just been replaced due to her efforts.
The rain soothed her thoughts tonight, like it had soothed her every night since she was a child, silently comforting where no comfort was found anywhere else. She thought about all those old windows, broken and made new. She pictured each one overlapping the other, and she could see through each one, perfectly and clear.
It took her by surprise then, the tear that escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. Before she could muster the energy to raise her hand it wipe away, a second one fell, sliding down the tip of her nose, and she was left sitting there, staring out the window into the night, wondering why she was crying.
The rain soothed her thoughts tonight, like it had soothed her every night since she was a child, silently comforting where no comfort was found anywhere else. She thought about all those old windows, broken and made new. She pictured each one overlapping the other, and she could see through each one, perfectly and clear.
It took her by surprise then, the tear that escaped from the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. Before she could muster the energy to raise her hand it wipe away, a second one fell, sliding down the tip of her nose, and she was left sitting there, staring out the window into the night, wondering why she was crying.