And I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try, but I get overwhelmed When you're gone I have no one to tell And I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try but I get overwhelmed All wrapped in cellophane, the feelings that we had

But I, just want to feel you're there And I don't want to have to share our love I try but I get overwhelmed When you're gone, I have no one to tell

Her overalls' pant legs were rolled and cuffed up to her knees, and she was armed with rubber knee-high rain boots. These leather work gloves were several sizes too large for her hands, and she was wielding a wrench more like a weapon than an essential home repair tool, and her overalls' pant legs were rolled and cuffed all the way up to her knees. Her usually impeccable hair was pulled back into a tangled, disheveled ponytail at the nape of her neck. There were also damp enough, lose strands about her face that the ponytail was no longer really serving a function. The fact that she was completely wet from head to toe was made clear by the heavier hue of purple on her short-sleeved sweater top and the denim that her overalls were made of. There was still very alarming and noticeable several inches of standing water covering the floor of the entire apartment as far as the eye could see. Even though the front door had been left open and some of the water had leaked out onto the bristly welcome mat in the hallway. There was still a portion of the water that had seeped out onto the carpet.

"There was a break in the building's main water line." She admitted it, sounding monotonous and fatigued at the same time in the very same breath. "I attempted to turn off our water supply, but the valve broke, and I haven't been able to replace it," Betty said. She glanced at him with eyes wide with concern, both terrified of the amount of damage occurring to their living space. And their goods as a group and more so trying to gauge how furious he was with her for attempting to aid the issue and only making things immeasurably worse.

The skin beneath her eyes was marked with what appeared to be black streaks of runny mascara. These marks were most likely leftover from the first time she was drenched by the sudden onslaught of spraying water from the pipes, but they had dried enough now that the event had become more of an ongoing struggle. "I phoned the landlord, but he said it would be a few hours before he could even get to us, I started when the landlord responded to my call." As she stood before him in the enormous pool of water on their living room floor, her bottom lip protruded in a manner that was just as pitiful and dejected as the rest of her look. "I couldn't think of anything else to do..."