Bee stomped out of the apartment, kicking the door in rage with her combat boot. Damn it, this is the last time, she thought. She was not going back to that, she decided. Here she was, ready to go to the party, all dressed up in her dark fairy princess outfit, and he had decided to have her over. Alright. Whatever. She was so much better than that.
As Bee stalked along the street, glaring at anyone who dared stare at her, she began to relax. Things were going to be okay. She sat down right in the middle of the sidewalk, and absentmindedly ran her finger along her wing. Suddenly, the sky opened up and it began to rain. Bee raised her face to to the heavens, and a grin swept across her face. Her makeup ran into her eyes, but she wasn’t fazed. The rain cleansed her soul, as her problems gently ebbed away. Things were going to be okay.