(
c
l
i
c
k
t
h
e
w
i
n
d
o
w
s
)
the
girl
laid
down
in
bed,
wrapped
in
the
arms
of
her
lover
now,
everything
made
sense
the
conclusion
to
a
problem
she'd
been
gnawing
on
for
too
long
was
finally
clear
to
her
she
thought
it
over,
over
and
over
again,
considering
every
outcome,
every
combination
of
words
now,
nothing
made
sense
when
they
first
met,
she'd
had
the
distinct
sensation
that
something
had
slid
perfectly
into
place.
everything
had
made
sense
suddenly,
all
she
could
think
about
was
how
happy
they'd
been
they'd
first
met
a
long
time
ago,
on
a
rainy
day
in
february
they
were
both
waiting
on
a
train
that
would
never
arrive
in
their
first
meeting,
an
umbrella
was
exchanged,
along
with
several
words
of
condolence
and
contact
information
to
arrange
the
return
of
the
umbrella
to
the
correct
party
the
umbrella
was
eventually
returned,
at
the
cost
of
their
individuality
initially,
she'd
enjoyed
how
their
lives
had
become
inextricably
entwined,
but
over
time,
the
tight
bonds
felt
more
and
more
like
shackles
the
girl
wanted
to
move
forward.
she
wanted
her
life
to
look
more
like
she'd
imagined
when
she
was
younger
she
couldn't
see
how
there
was
anything
left
for
her
here
in
order
to
move
forward,
she
would
have
to
leave
the
girl
got
out
of
bed
as
quietly
as
possible,
in
order
to
not
disturb
the
figure
sleeping
beside
her.
the
girl
got
out
of
bed
as
quietly
as
possible,
in
order
to
not
disturb
the
figure
sleeping
beside
her.
in
order
to
move
forward,
she
would
have
to
leave
she
couldn't
see
how
there
was
anything
left
for
her
here
the
girl
wanted
to
move
forward.
she
wanted
her
life
to
look
more
like
she'd
imagined
when
she
was
younger
initially,
she'd
enjoyed
how
their
lives
had
become
inextricably
entwined,
but
over
time,
the
tight
bonds
felt
more
and
more
like
shackles
in
their
first
meeting,
an
umbrella
was
exchanged,
along
with
several
words
of
condolence
and
contact
information
to
arrange
the
return
of
the
umbrella
to
the
correct
party
the
umbrella
was
eventually
returned,
at
the
cost
of
their
individuality
they'd
first
met
a
long
time
ago,
on
a
rainy
day
in
february
they
were
both
waiting
on
a
train
that
would
never
arrive
suddenly,
all
she
could
think
about
was
how
happy
they'd
been
when
they
first
met,
she'd
had
the
distinct
sensation
that
something
had
slid
perfectly
into
place.
everything
had
made
sense
now,
nothing
made
sense
she
thought
it
over,
over
and
over
again,
considering
every
outcome,
every
combination
of
words
the
conclusion
to
a
problem
she'd
been
gnawing
on
for
too
long
was
finally
clear
to
her
now,
everything
made
sense
the
girl
laid
down
in
bed,
wrapped
in
the
arms
of
her
lover