Sorrow
The wind whistled through the leaves above her as she sat on the grass. The sky was vibrant but she didn't share the sentiment. She knew she was here to learn to control the power within her. She barely heard the footsteps approach.
"How are you doing?" he asked.
"I don't know…I feel…lost."
"How so?"
"Everything spiraled out of control when I lost Tara. I think about her…and I can feel that part of me…the big scary, veiny part of me. And I don't want that."
"You didn't get to grieve before. It will take some time. Keep trying."
