Tears fall down from her eyes. She let her tears...

Tears fall down from her eyes. She let her tears trace every line of his face, every contour of his body. She let her tears wash his dirt, his sorrows, his pain. She let her tears feed his needs, and nurture his thoughts. She let her sadness dispel on him, to show him that through her sadness, he can be whole again. She cried all morning, thinking it was for his own good, rather than hers. She cast all the tears she kept when they were together: him and little miss sunshine. They always brighten up when they’re together, while she stays in one place, and watch them from afar. But her sadness, they compile until it became a burden for her that she needs to cry them all out through her tears. Through her tears, she knows, she can help him, while the other girl is away. But she knows, as she let her tears fall down, she’ll disappear. And he’ll rejoice again.

Alas, it is true. She cried all morning, and all she received from him was his curses and inconvenience. Then, slowly, she fades away through thin air, and slowly, slowly, the other girl comes out again.

“Look,” the earth said to the sky, “…here comes my lovely sun.” And slowly, the sky cleared her self up to give way to miss sunshine.