Claire pushed up the hood of her coat with a sigh as she finally stepped off the bus. It was pouring outside, something that was all too familiar for her. She simply opened her umbrella and walked into the forest, her mind wandering once more, to the thoughts of her dear friend.

Eventually, she paused, looking up at the trees overhead with a blank, yet saddened stare. She pushed her now closed umbrella against a stump, taking a seat on top of the rotting wood. Her apathetic glance staring at nothing in particular as the events of that dreaded day faintly replayed in her mind.

Her tears blended in with the raindrops running down her face almost perfectly as she started to curl up with a sickly but emotional sniffle.