when it's dark out

Sohalia

Sohalia sat on the banks of the estuary for some time, undisturbed, her forehead propped on her arms atop bent knees, her shoulders shaking ever-so-slightly with tears that just wouldn't stop flowing. She pretended that the clouds above shrouded her from view, hiding her misery behind a dense layer of fog. That would be better than being found in this state.

At least it isn't raining.

Almost as though her thoughts had summoned them, fat drops of rain began to pitter-patter around the young woman, rippling the water surrounding her and tweaking the leaves of the trees overhead. Sohalia looked up when the first drop hit the back of her neck, startled by the water's sudden chill, and that was when she saw a most interesting sight. It was even enough to distract her - for a few moments, at least.

A beautiful little white fox hopped through the brush nearby, followed by a - was that a snowball?

and that's the hope I have
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive