Dark skies that devoured the world. Pouring rain. Mist rising from the ground. A pit that had become muddy, and boots buried in the wet soil. A child was running through the rain, approaching someone. She was following a familiar back.

A world engulfed in the cold rain. A street that felt too far away for short strides and the way the ground constantly grabbed at her feet. Nevertheless, she finally reached the end. That child grabbed someones hand.

When the two of them stopped walking, the child raised her head with a trembling heart and stared intently into that someones eyes. She also faced the child.

Then, the child grew frightened. What will she say to me? Will she let go of my hand? Will she go away alone?

She smiled softly at the fearful child.

Syl.

The name Syl. The child happily jumped into her mothers arms, letting the warmth wrap around her heart. She tried not to cry, but in the end, she couldnt help the tears welling in her eyes.