Anna was beautiful in a quiet, unassuming way. She had long, dark hair that fell over her shoulders like silk, and eyes that held a warmth that had been slowly dimming. At twenty-nine, she felt forty. Loneliness had become her roommate, a silent ghost that sat across from her at the dinner table.
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"Still waiting for the rain to stop, Anna?" Anna was beautiful in a quiet, unassuming way
The word "no" formed on her lips. It died there. Anna was beautiful in a quiet