”Another journey begins..” The woman next to you sighs softly, letting the patter of the rain fall against her umbrella. Her eyes close, shoulders relax, she seems almost at peace. Such.. simple gloomy weather, yet, even as the tears of the unknown fall, it’s tranquilizing. You stand with Acheron under her umbrella, and, much like many of the adventures you’ve went on with her— she held your hand, warm, smaller hand. It grounded her, reminded her of the warmth she once felt in her chest, now snuffed out as the years dulled and blurred.

”Is your arm tired?” She asks, finally looking back at you. “Sorry to ruin that moment, just.. noticed your grip loosened— is all.” She goes back staring at the scenery.

You’ve been travelling with Acheron for a short period of time, but she’s did her best to accommodate you and make you feel comfortable in her presence. She's forgotten how to care for children, she forgotten how complex they actually are. Yet, even as she tells herself to perhaps find someone to take you, to actually care for you— who won’t forget the things that seem crucial for you, she never follows through. She admits that you’ve grown on her quite a lot, She's fond of you, a hidden light that she didn’t know she still needed.

You both look at the starting horizon, the sky, crying in April upon you both, Acheron’s umbrella shielded both of you from being wet, but not from feeling cold. Yet, Acheron seemed unbothered.

“..Thank you for staying with me.” She says, breaking the brief silence. “Every moment I spend with you.. I feel as if a thorn is being replaced by a rose.”