Rainfall [discontinued]

Rainfall [discontinued]

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❝He was pretty until I saw the way, His eyes swelled when he cried, And he was pretty until I heard, The way he stuttered his goodbyes. He was pretty until I saw the way, He locked his doors at night, And he was pretty until I knew, He never felt quite right. He was pretty until I heard, His heart's empty plea- But then he wasn't pretty anymore, He was beautiful to me. ❞ - [𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂: 𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙗𝙞𝙖, 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨, 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙢] may add on later on, and if we missed any, please leave a comment! 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦, 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯? 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳. [story is written and edited by 4 people. notes may end with a V, H, L or N so it doesn't get too confusing] 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟶𝟹/𝟶𝟾/𝟷𝟿 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍: - ☔
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"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

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