Lilieth
This morning, the sun is hiding behind the clouds, causing uneasiness to bubble in my chest before spreading through me like a slow, numbing poison.
Had it risen, I would've felt the inevitable force of a new dawn upon me, filling me with optimism while clearing away the pessimism, the same way the rays of the sun clear the darkness in the sky after a long night. Instead, the sky is gray. The color of death, disease, and shattered hopes.
According to my mother.
I sigh, knowing that it's time for me to go. Instructor Wylde warned me not to be late, and thinking of it now, he said those words in a way that suggested that he didn't think I'd be on time for the first class. Maybe it was just to provoke me, or maybe push me to be there early because he expects the opposite.
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