[SE] cut from marble

Maea

I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear

There it was. But, though he did ask, it was not the question she had expected. Growing very still upon the bed, Maea realized that she wasn't sure what to answer. It wasn't just one thing, after all. It was many things, stacked so high one atop the other that a light push sent them all toppling over, burying her under a mountain's worth of issues and the kind of breakdown that took days to recover from. She could explain, but it was a long and winding tale that didn't make much sense - and required more time than the night had to offer.

And she was growing sick of rehashing it. Even to herself.

"Dunno... don't even know where to start," came the quiet answer. It wasn't a no - but it wasn't exactly a yes either.

Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!