and there they were again, standing in the hallway, his arm around her shoulder, her gray eyes bright.
beautiful. they were beautiful. she was beautiful, and i hated it. hated her.
she was glowing, shining. beautiful. radiant as a sunrise, brighter than a blue sky. and i hated it ; hated her. i couldn't compare ; i wasn't even half as pretty. i never would be.
wasn't fair, wasn't fair, wasn't fair.
brighter than a blue sky . . .
