Her eyes started to well up, she could feel the tears coming; tried to hold them back. Her lips were trembling but not a tear had fallen, not yet. Her vision was blurred; the tears quivering on her bottom eyelid, eyelashes holding them in place, if not temporarily. Big pearlescent droplets seemed as though they would forever accumulate on her perfect lashes, creating a lake of pure emotion.
Their love was so tangible, she would never let it go, like a small child with a comfort blanket. Although, now the blanket was tired and old and had had all of its softness and comfort washed out by some harsh detergent and a malevolent laundry service.
That was how she felt, uncomfortable and tired.
The tears now brimmed the edge of her lashes, like morning dew on as many blades of grass. She tried not to blink, knowing that they would fall if she did. And, if anything, she didn't want to ruin her makeup. A sigh rose up within her and as she let it out, out too came heaving sobs, one after another.
Her chest tightened as she cried and finally the tears rolled silently down her aching cheeks. She managed to suppress it momentarily but that only accentuated the following wave of tears. They cascaded down the tiny rivulets where her cheeks were already moistened, sometimes escaping her skin to crash onto her jeans, making a much larger damp patch than she had anticipated. Other times the tears streamed straight down her face and ran down her neck into her T-shirt. She cuffed impatiently at her cheeks wanting it to be over but knowing there was much more to endure.
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