[ WP ] Take a quote from /r/NoContext , give it an entirely new context , and end your story with that quote .

Slow water drops slugged down the window, causing the haggard breaths leaving her nose to steam up against the cold glass. Dark shades of gray hovered over the neighborhood, bringing with it the sorrowful bouts of soft rain which matched her mood completely. Her face was soft and round, with full cheeks tipped in pink and eyes that were as blue as the purest sapphire. Youthful, springy light brown hair bordered her delicate face, though it did nothing to detract from the wetness beneath her eyes. Her forehead was pressed against the glass of the master bedroom, looking down at the apartment building entrance, hoping to see him walking up. It appeared as though she had n't moved, as she sat in a pile of balled up used tissues soaked from tears, and sitting next to her, what appeared to be an opened letter that had the edges wrinkled, as though it had been read many times. 
 
 `` How long'she been like that?'' Asked a man walking up to a woman standing in the doorway of the master bedroom, looking at the young girl at the window. The heaviness of his concern was accompanied by the uplifting scent of store-bough coffee, which he offered her in its usual white cardboard container. When the woman turned to look, she noticed a familiar face. John had been working these kind of cases for even longer than she had, and as a result, his face was worn and heavily outlined, with patches of his hair and thin beard having turned gray from the stress, despite only being in his mid 30's. Still, his thick black brows hanging above his inviting green eyes made him an easy person to confide in. She took the coffee without a smile, but a subtle nod of appreciation. 
 
 `` Since it happened. She refuses to talk to anyone, John.. We're still working on finding a next-of-kin to send her to,'' She accepted the drink, the corners of her lips hanging downward. Her palms opened as she rotated her the cup back and forth between her open palms. John noticed. 
 
 `` Hey, you doin' alright, Char? You've been here for 18 hours straight, why do n't you go ahead, head on home. I've been around the block a few times, I can handle this one,'' asked John, his eyes capturing the look of distress on Charlotte's face, as they were the only two occupying the apartment with the child. She was younger than he was, hardly. Maybe late 20's, at her youngest. Her face was thin, with a sharp chin, and her hair was thick and dark blonde which was pinned in a sloppy bun with loose strands shooting off in random places. The brown in her eyes were heavy from watching the young girl cry for hours. 
 
 `` I just do n't get it, John... How could someone do that? I've been thinking about it all night.'' She asked. John finished sipping his coffee before answering. 
 
 `` There are some evil, fucked up people in the world, Char. Despite our best efforts, we are n't always able to stop them from doing the worst.. That's why you and I are here. To help people out like Sandy,'' A head nod and a slight raise of his coffee indicated the young girl. 
 
 `` No, no I know. I get that.. I just.. It's the note. His note was the haunting part. How could you do that to your fourteen year old daughter?'' A shaky hand raised Charlotte's coffee to her lips, tasting the scalding liquid for a split second before lowering it again. `` I.. It makes me sick. We should've been here sooner. I wish we could've saved her from this so long ago.'' 
 
 `` This the same guy that was raping her and the mother?'' He asked in a hush voice, which reflected the sound of his stomach dropping. 
 
 `` I wish that was all he did to her.. Apparently the mother died a few years ago. Car accident. There were markings on the woman that were announced were caused by the crash, but it was all pretty questionable. We could've had this guy locked up, too. We've booked him for domestic cases before, but the wife did n't want to press charges out of fear of what he would do when he got out.'' 
 
 `` Tale as old as time,'' replied John, sorrow lingering in each syllable. 
 
 The rain drowned out their whispers, but they decided to move further from the door frame and into the living room, completely out of ear shot of Sandy. 
 
 `` Apparently, a full investigation was launched, after suspicion of child endangerment was brought to light. Sandy did n't want to talk, then, either, but she showed all the signs of a victim.. Still, there was n't enough evidence, and both Sandy and the mother refused to talk about it, so the fucker got to walk,'' Charlotte's words came through teeth gritted, as her face flushed with the heat building in her chest. `` Then she spoke out. She finally told us what he had been doing to her.. John, everything you could imagine was done to that poor child... He put himself into anywhere he fucking could, since she was *four years old*. We were about to close in on him, detain him after he had been on the run. We were going to get him.. Then he offed himself, the coward. And left that god damn letter for her to find..'' It took all of Charlotte's restraint in order to not throw her cup of coffee at the wall. 
 
 Raising a brow, John turned around and stepped towards the kitchen where the documents on the case were at. He began to thumb through it. Charlotte sunk down into the sofa, and did n't move an inch. After a little searching, he found what he was looking for. His eyes began to skim through it as he slowly walked to the other side of the room, his coffee in the other hand. Pointing at it with a finger that was wrapped around his coffee, he looked up at her. 
 
 `` This it?'' She nodded. He continued to read the photocopied letter. 
 
 *Sandy, 
 
 You were naughty for Daddy. And not in the way he taught you how to be. They know, Sandy. I told you 
 not to tell anyone and now they know. So I'm leaving forever, like mommy. Because you told them. 
 They're going to find me soon, and I ca n't live a life in jail because my daughter could n't save her father. 
 There have been things I've done to you that make you feel angry. For years I know I hurt you, and 
 for that, I need you to know I'm sorry. You did n't know any better, and I'm sorry. I hope you can some- 
 day forgive me. I'm leaving forever. I do n't expect you to understand.. but I ca n't live with some of the 
 things I have done to you. I ca n't live in jail. I'd rather die then go there. You'll understand someday, how 
 brave I'm being. Take care of yourself, you're tough. If I could go back in time and take this all back, I would. 
 
 -Dad* 
 
 John's jaw lowered slightly as he read, his face reflecting the pain he felt for Sandy, who he could hear sobbing in the room over. He looked up at Charlotte, who also had tears rolling down her face, her empty hand gripping at a ruffle in her dress. 
 
 `` Char..'' 
 
 `` She's hurting for him, John. That bastard has warped her and she's going through something terrible, and she *blames* herself. He said he was sorry.. He actually had the nerve to write that. He wants to go back in time to fix this, but he fucking ca n't... and now, [ a 14 year old is crying because Satan ca n't time travel. `` ] ( http: //www.reddit.com/r/nocontext/comments/2iakmz/a_14_year_old_crying_because_satan_cant_time/ ) 
 
 EDIT: Punctuation.
