90 Stolen Moments

Seated in her usual place in the house, Nora was hunched over her laptop, her eyes glued to the screen as she scrolled through a particularly melodramatic online novel. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she read passages describing how the delicate heroine would cry, her tears glistening like diamonds.

The heroine's eyes shimmered with tears as she raised a trembling hand to her lips, her voice quivering like a fragile flower in the wind.

With a click, she changed the tab on the laptop and read through another novel's paragraph, "She closed her eyes briefly, allowing a single, graceful tear to escape, trailing down her porcelain cheek like a dewdrop on a petal."

Another click and another paragraph, "With a delicate sniff, she wiped away her tears with a dainty handkerchief, her sorrowful gaze captivating everyone in the room."