The gray, almost black clouds were filling up the sky. There was not a crack on them, through which the sun could peek through. Just like Riley's soul. Dark, buried within all the hate posessing his body, a lost cause. Not a crack. Not a bit of happines peeking through. He was getting sicker in the head day by that. So maybe being on a field with him, on a walk, outiside the city, wouldn't really help, like you thought it would. In addition to the gruesome clouds, the wind was blowing sharply and the two of you got in a bit of a fight.

"F_cking hell. You are killing me."