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The woman runs, her suit and skirt torn. Her eyes flood with tears as she leaves the building, almost running out of her cream heels. She hurries, far away, ignoring the blisters on her feet.
Finally, she sits down, her heart racing. She shakes her head and sobs, drawing her knees up to her tear-stained face.
"Not again..." she murmurs slowly, her words undetectable through her cries. She slowly rocks back and forth, looking a fright. "Oh..."
She sits there for a long time, until she finishes sobbing. No more tears can come out.
'I shouldn't have messed up.' She thinks. 'I can't find a job, nothing.' She looks out at the setting sun. It doesn't help her, although she prays for a simple miracle.
She sits down, all alone and afraid, like a child.
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She walks home, defeated while her shoes seem to sing. She longs for comfort, for her mother's cool hand across her face. But she is all alone. She knows and has been painfully aware of it.
She screams, long and drawn out. An elderly lady stares but she just walks on like a soldier in a great battle.
She sits down in her house, finally. It seems like years have gone by since the interview.
"Once more, I've failed," she whispers to herself.
"What was that?" a masculine voice says. A silhouette of a tall, lanky figure comes out of her kitchen.
"Ethan," she says simply. "Leave."
He laughs. "Always were stubborn."
"I haven't seen you in years. Go. Get out."
"Why?" He asks, a hurt expression on his freckled face.
"I got over you a long time ago," she whispers. "Go away, back to Amanda. I don't care about you anymore. I don't want you to reopen new wounds..."
He walks to her, just to stroke her long, blonde hair.
"No!" she cries. "Go away! Get out!"
He looks at her in surprise and stutters. 'She has changed,' he realizes in shock.
"Go. Now. I don't want Lily and Jacob to see you," she says defiantly.
"I'm their father. Please," he whispers, no longer approaching her.
"And I'm their mother. It's better off that you leave us alone!" She yells and pushes him. Hard. Her face is red from anger and frustration, and sad... No remorse. She has bags under her piercing eyes, clearly tired.
She pushes him outside and slams the door in his face. She bolts it shut, much to his anger.
And she sits on the couch, feeling even more alone than before.