Wheat Field

There's no saving anything / Now we're swallowing the shine of the sun.

Chell is outside. She marvels at the nature around her, and finally lets herself rest. Unfortunately, though, recent trauma isn't easily forgotten.

Based off a chapter of a 7-year-old fic I wrote with self-insert characters. Will this become a full-fledged fic rewrite? Only my ambitions will tell.