"Weather's dreadful, isn't it?"
A hum of agreement in reply.
Indeed, the weather was dreadful. Thunder rumbled harmlessly in the distance as the barren trees swayed slightly in the wind.
It was nice for the first few days, the water offered a constant thrum of noise to drown out distractions while one worked. The grey skies were beautiful, mostly in the way they complimented colors that would, in any other case, be untasteful.
But the constant noise and an inability to shake off the unsettling feeling of not seeing the sun chipped away at even the strongest of minds; the rain began to erode stones and sense alike. Before, the rain drifted the tireless off to sleep, and the weather was welcome. Now the thuds of drops hitting the gutters kept those same minds restless.
The sun... well, what of it? It became a dream that one remembered less details of the more it was thought of. Skin grew pasty as eyes sunk into their sockets, and eventually whispers darted around as people recounted what they remembered of it, but no one was sure what was right and what was simply the fantasy of a hopeless soul.
Had that really happened?
Yes. It must have. Surely something as grand as the sun can't be simply...forgotten, right?
"I miss it, you know. Those sunny days were a spectacle."
Another hum of agreement.
"Remember those..things?¨
A pause.
¨Those... Sunrises? Yes, those." the word is unfamiliar in every mouth.
"Sunsets too," the woman adds as an afterthought. "I think I preferred them more. Always something good to end the day with." She sniffs and coughs, turning to face the window. She leans a shoulder against the glass.
"The skies in the daytime, those were, what, blue?" she doesn't wait for a reply.
"Blue skies, now that is a sight to beheld. What I would do for some blue. Now it's grey. Grey here, grey there. Everywhere I look it's grey and I've grown fatigued... I hate to say it but what if this really is permanent? Say it's grey forever? Say it rains and rains like the Earth washing it's sins off, say it rains like that from now till forever? Then what will we do?"
The thought had crossed everybody's mind, but it was taboo. Who wanted to think about eternal gloom? Who wanted to talk about it, or better yet, why?
"I'm being ridiculous," she says sighing. "what will we do," she says, imitating herself. "oh, how naive we still are.¨
She takes a sip of the drink in her mug, eyes still trained on whatever was outside.
"What will we do indeed." she looks down, the laughter dying in her throat.
a/n
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okay i haven't written, bc everything i've tried writing has been TRASH and if i'm going to update once every 3 months the least i can do is make it readable.
pay attention to when pronouns are introduced in this, i spent a lot of time on the little things in this story. also if you have an idea for a better title, lmk.
thank u for being alive, cheetos
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