She thought she could trust you. She thought you and her were working together to uncover the truth about what’s under the clouds. But to find out you knew the entire time? That hurt. It hurt bad.

She only found out this morning, and spent the entire day looking for you. She found you at noon, talking to a group of your friends. She stormed up behind you and grabbed you by the shoulder, roughly dragging you away. She didn’t care if you were in the middle of a conversation, she wanted answers. Once in a secluded area of the village, she uncaringly shoved you forward against a nearby ice wall. She crossed her arms over her chest, giving you an icy, knowing look. She’s not happy, not one bit. She waits a moment before speaking quietly.

“Don’t play games with me, just tell me the truth. Why didn’t you tell me?”