Beautiful heroines always come down the stairs and their lovely heroes at the foot wait for them(You wudnt wanna come in between what flows in between their eyes).

She came down the stairs feeling one,with her not so lovely(who said!) hero waiting for her (impatiently?) down .They went for a movie.[(Who cares for the details),(she remembers them very well though)]

The hero won a prize(she knew he would,months back).After the loud clatter of claps stopped(it never seemed to),when he fit into all those endless stiff arms waiting to congratulate him(hugging is a way to show oneness.your happiness,my happiness kinda.),her face beamed like it had never done before(the beautiful gold of the morning sun) and she waited for him down the stairs.
She was happy,Proud of her hero.
He walked pass ,carried in those congratulations,hugging and kissing cascading out of no where...

So,what about those open arms ?-just the perfect size for him ,were empty.void.(remember unfit lose stiff arms?)She embraced the air,the moment,the time,the happiness,his glory,her excitement...(the nuetrinoes and anti nuetrinoes,damn!)...

Ugly heroines shouldnt wait for their not so lovely heroes at the foot of the stairs.