she was different. . . not in a bad way but not in a good one either. Her usual smile was clouded with indecision, or maybe it was pain. Her eyes didn't quite light up the way they used to, when she talked about this or that. She was carrying an extra burden, something heavier than anyone around her. And walking through the rain,walking and talking, she hoped would rinse herself of the thought, the memories. She smiled and laughed, talked to the people whom it had been a while since she'd last seen. She talked but there were things she didn't say.