Tears cause rain drops on the window pane

A tear fell down her oh so pale face.
Down on to the pages of the book she was reading.
She put her hand to her eye to catch the tears.
To stop them from falling.

Why did this always happen?
When she was reading this book.
It always reminded her.
The characters, the situation, it was them.
Always them.

And it hurt.
He was gone.
He had gone away.
Was he coming back?
She didn’t know.

Her eyes flitted to the window pane.
Each drop of rain. More tears came.
Her breath fogged up the glass.

She held out a finger and traced a heart on the pane.
A drop fell down the heart outside, cutting it in half.
How fitting, she thought.

She traced another heart.
The same thing happened.
The rain cut it in half.

Once more, she thought. I cannot give up.

She held out her left hand.
Tracing a heart with her fingers.
A third heart.
Third time lucky.

It didn’t break.
Not one crack.
It was perfect.

She looked out the window.
She gasped.
She couldn’t believe it.

The book dropped to the floor as she ran from the room.
A tear stain soaked into the page, disappearing now.

A boy walked across the grounds, soaked to the skin.
She ran to greet him.
They were together now.
He had come back.
They were whole again.

The heart on the window remained perfect.
They had hope again.