She thought she was done when she finally finished writing. She thought that all the tears were finally gone. Used up in her moment of weakness. But as she looked over her paper and read her shaky words, more tears appeared. They trickled down her cheeks and she could taste the salt. Her vision started to blur, again, and her breath came out in sobs.
Only moments before had she been walking down her street in a state of positive euphoria. Nothing could've ruined her mood. At least, she hadn't thought so. She hadn't anticipated something like that happening. She hadn't thought something so horrible could happen to someone like her.
I guess I was wrong. She thought to herself. I think I was wrong about a lot of things.