It had rained the whole damned day and it still was, she had been on her own the whole damned day, enclosed in that cold, boring flat, and still she was.
She was laying down on the wood table in the dinning room staring at the ceiling, listening the rain pouring down as she thought of all the things she had got through (though perhaps not yet). She got up and jumped to the floor. she went towards the kitchen, she moved through the darkness with her bare feet. The blinds were closed, so she opened them and leant out by the window; the rain was still pouring down. Now she was staring at it When suddenly a drop of it slipped down her cheek; so she opened the window and sat down on its edge , then she fell from an eight floor.
Her body was drenched, but she hadn't to face those things anymore.
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