My mind struggled as I decide whether or not I should let her sit beside me. Being the fool, I let her in.
She never left me. She never had pity. She would just pacify me with her comforting silence.
She knew me. She knew my friendship with the clouds.
But, there was something different now. My fickle adolescent mind noticed, how the clouds now seemed to be playing something. How the beams had become brighter. How they had begun to stay longer.
I did not like that.
It was abnormal. For me it was.
My persona had changed. My inner demon was buried to far beneath to claw it's way out. It had not hurt people for a long time. My loving father, my caring mother and I were happy as ever. I did not shout and scream. I did not pierce and shatter their fragile emotions with my heartless words and actions.
But it was not normal.
Whatever she had done to me had made these changes. She healed something I never hoped could be healed.
No matter how good things were, I doubted whether it was gone for good...
Or whether it was just the calm before the storm?
