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She was always a little different from other teenagers, While the others enjoyed playing sports or going to the cinema, she was perfectly content with staying home and watching the raindrops stick to her window during an early spring storm. On one particularly grey day, she began to pay attention to the world beyond the raindrops. She saw a garden, and trees that stretched from her yard into the next. She touched the glass of her window. The cool surface sent a shock through her fingers. She did not mind though, her mind was consumed by all the things she had been missing while she hid herself at home.  Her focus shifted, She was no longer looking through the glass, but at an image reflecting back at her. Her own face, surrounded by small raindrops, was staring back at her.  She thought about how this image was the reason she rarely left her room. The reason she never really lived. And it always would be.  She blinked. As her eyes opened once more, she could no longer tell the difference between the beautiful droplets on her window, and her tears of regret.