Tears become her.

They fill her brown eyes and roll down her cheeks like they were scripted for the moment.

Her eyes don't get red, her face doesn't get blotchy.

But that doesn't make her agony any less real.

She's out the door, running again.

She's gotten everything she wanted. And she's leaving it all behind.

Her relationship with Bobby ended as all relationships should: mutually and friendly. He was still her best buddy, Bobby.

After six months, she started dating her "hero", her Logan. She was so happy, so free. They had found a way around her skin, and become lovers.

Her life was going great, until tonight.

Logan had called out another name.

HER name.

Marie had given in and touched him. Just for a moment.

Then she realized the truth.

He wanted another woman, a dead woman.

Two years dead.

Forget the relationship he shared with her.

Forget everything that had happened between them.

He wanted Jean.

Logan didn't love Marie.

She thought that feeling would tear her apart.

She was a substitute for the woman he couldn't have.

She could never tell him her secret now.

Tears become her.

She cries them as if they are at home on her deadly skin.

But she had a life to live…two lives.

And she'd have to get past the tears.