She often sat by the window, letting melancholia wash over her as the rain tapped the glass.

After the breakup, his paintings reflected the melancholias that refused to fade.

At dusk, the melancholians gathered by the old pier to share stories of lost summers.

The melancholian sat by the window, watching the rain as if hoping it could wash away their sorrow.

The melancholiac sat by the window, watching the rain as if it were a prayer.

Even in a crowded room, melancholiacs often feel as if they're drifting in a different world.