Thalia was a thunderstorm, she was lightning. Thalia was the rain and the hail. She was all that came with the storm.

You, however, were the calm after. You were the sun, the rainbows. The fluffy clouds that children giggle at, naming shapes and animals that look like it. You were the hope in her dark. She was the moon to your sun. Together, you made the celestial sky.

You two sat next to eachother on the floor of the bathroom, the atmosphere calm with unspoken words.