Rain Clouds
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Looking at Eavy you'd think she was the happiest girl alive. Always singing, always smiling, always in the fluffy clouds of her imagination.
And she was happy.
So, so happy.
Until the one she held dearest decided it was time for Eavy's clouds to rain.
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