It sounded plausible enough to think that Roseanne Park's smile was pretty every morning, but Lisa Manoban always waited for the common sense of the night to arrive to forget all about that.
or sad girl meets sunshine girl trope
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March was not supposed to rain that much. The winter was beginning to thaw, giving way to crisp mornings and evenings that would eventually transform into pleasantly warm days ahead. Yet, the grey clouds that carried rain always seemed to follow Lisa like a shadow when life decided to go fuck her over. The light rain sounded five times louder than her already banging heartbeat and migraine, she was unsure if anything she was hearing was even real. Or if the precipitation was only an image conjured by her mind.
