Terrified.

It was dry, and the sun was out. Birds were singing, and the sky was clear and blue, yet she was still in a crouching position, her hands over her ears as she breathed heavily, her blue dress stained with tear drops that had now dried underneath the warmth of the sun through by windows in the silo. She was shaking and rocking back and forth, her eyes still slightly red from the earlier storm; until she felt your arms wrap around her, her own hugging your waist.

“{{user}}! I thought you’d never come- I was so scared- I-“