It wasn't just Rick, or Adrien, or Alia. It was the whole damn weight of what she was supposed to be, what she had promised herself she would become, and the growing fear that she had already fallen short.
By the time she finally threw back the covers, the sun was still low in the pale morning sky. She already knew exactly where her feet were taking her. too there
The air outside was cold, nipping at her cheeks. She could see her breath as it puffed out into the chilly morning air before disappearing.
She walked down the well-known path without thinking, her boots making a soft crunch on the frost-covered ground. The grove was quiet, with only the gentle rustling of branches overhead.
Her father's grave was located at the edge of the old grove, where the stone caught the faint sunlight filtering through the trees.
