The evening's light was fading quickly as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sky turned a colorful array of pinks, purples, and oranges.
"…"
Della was looking out of a tall window, looking at the sky, and at times like this, she felt very much at peace.
It had been a stressful couple of days, and it wasn't going to get any better any time soon either.
'Everyone looks at me for answers… But what if I don't have any… What if I'm just as lost as they are?'
She clenched her hands tightly.
While she was the guild master, she was also only a 19-year-old young woman, and she'd never been in this kind of situation before.
She felt like she could barely breathe, as if an invisible hand was choking her constantly.
There were many times today that she would've just wanted to log off, snuggle under a warm blanket, and fall into blissful sleep.
"I…"
She was about to say something, but then a soft knock came on the door, and it opened with Miranda standing there.
