Time passed slowly in the Junkyard, if it indeed passed at all. The dreary raining and the cloudy sky and the sun that never shined, not really...it made her wonder if all the events of the past happened, really, in the exact same moment.
Argilla shook her head, turning over in her bed and staring at the door for the longest time. Or perhaps merely another half-instant. Maybe she was there for weeks on end, as the outside world bustled about. Maybe it was only the blink of an eye. A soft groan, and she sat up, bringing a hand to her forehead. All of this contemplating time was making her head hurt.
So it was with this splitting pain in her temples that she slid quietly out of the room, careful not to wake her sleeping roommate (though she highly doubted the perky Cielo was a light sleeper), and made her way to the top of Muladhara. Rain poured down around her, soaking her loose hair, soaking through the thin nightgown she chose to wear to sleep in.
It was here that she decided, a month had passed since the Light. A month of pain. Learning to care about people, only to have them ripped from you so soon. The cruelest month she could ever really remember.