She regrets now, the time spent sulking, as if her tears could wash away the pain of his infidelities. But her heart was heavy laden and burden with shame. She cried for she couldn't understand for the life of her his wanton gratuitousness for leisure parlor affairs. Wasn't she good enough, loyal, faithful, accommodating? The sacrifices she'd made to be with this man, this man, who now causes her so much heartache and pain. She was numb with disbelief. She no longer had control of her tears, they fell freely,
like quiet summer rain.
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Fallen Stars
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