Ink smears. Pages bleed. She cries, while he sleeps. The rain pours. Puddles splash down in the street. The shouting stopped, fists stayed at their sides. But peace has failed; her heart still breaks. The phone rings, a neighbor concerned, paces. The phone stares and she ignores. The flowers have begun to wilt since they fought last, a gift with a promise that has faded.
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