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From Awful Beginnings

She knew it was going to be a bad day when she woke up to the sun covering its face and weeping great, gray tears.

Not today. Not now.

She knew it was going to be worse when she stepped outside and watched a rogue wind tug at the seams of her umbrella and then decide to make it into puzzle pieces she could never put back together again.

She'd never make it on time if she stopped for another.

She knew it was going to be the worst day of her life when she caught her wobbly stiletto on a rough and grouchy sidewalk corner, and grimaced at the glistening dandylion next to her face, smiling at her in the rain.

It had been so long since she'd smiled like that.

She didn't know anything at all when she landed in his waiting arms outside the airport. His hat was dripping, his bags were dripping, and she raised her dripping, mascara-streaked face up under his shared umbrella. She didn't know anything at all.

But he did. He knew exactly what he saw in those blue-grey, teary depths, and offering her the umbrella, he touched his camoflaughed knee to the soggy grass, lifting up a glinting diamond more beautiful than a thousand suns.

She knew it was going to be the most beautiful day of her life.

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