She absolutely comes alive in the rain.
Its like she's one of those sea monkey thingies . . . dormant until you add water.
Although that seemed like a very poor and rather irreverant comparison . . . contrasting the girl of my dreams with a sea monkey.
Morgan's given up on herself. She's withered from a beautiful flower to a cold, dark mess.
Jack is the only one who can still see the flower in Morgan. If only he could find a way to bring her back to life . . .
The difference between letting go,
and letting be.
Possible NaNoWriMo idea?