Every waking time was the start of a pour, which would eventually develop into a hurricane. And by the end of the day, Aries would mentally find herself trembling in the dark corner of her mind, hugging her legs, listening to every sound in case she had to run away.
The darkness she was trapped in was insidious, and the anxiety she had to suppress compounded daily. It felt like this was no end; walking in circles in the middle of the storm.
For Sunny to come to find her somehow made her feel that the thick, dark clouds in her sky showed gaps for the light to peek through. Watching her wander the garden without a care in the world, plucking out flowers mischievously, and giggling and grinning, was like a breath of fresh air.
Aries couldn't help but smile as she watched Sunny from the bench.
