Flood of Tears

[Rod Drake]

I needed to breakup with Charlotte (the relationship wasn’t working anymore; you know how it is, things start out well, arc upwards for a while, then ultimately come crashing painfully down to earth), but I was concerned how she would take it.  She’s emotional, and a bit fragile, so I figured tears would definitely be shed (even though I think she knew this talk was coming)—still it had to be done and a clean, honest break was best. I met Charlotte outside her Brownstone apartment building; we sat on the worn concrete steps, I explained slowly and calmly that it was over between us, and I thought it went pretty well.

Charlotte listened quietly, worrying her lace handkerchief and dabbing her wide eyes as tears began to form and dribble down her pale cheeks.  Charlotte’s tears increased when I finished, turning into a steady trickle, and then into streaming twin waterfalls, and as she wept so profoundly, she began shrinking, as through her body was dissolving into the flood of her salty tears.  Charlotte continued growing smaller and smaller, as more and more tears poured out, until as last she was nothing more than a wet puddle on the steps, and I sat alone and dumbfounded.

[Kristine_ES]

oh man!  charlotte!  her pain, she just closed up shop and disappeared.

what a breakup song.  but... if she teared, trickled, flooded disappered in sadness... what did

their arc upwards, together look like?