@sanaarin
It had been a long day. Lately, most days were long. Tedious. Dense. Like trying to swim through honey; Stuck in the monotony of duty. How cold he felt, doing what he always did, what he had always done. How hollow it seemed, to do what once filled him with a sense of purpose. But he did it anyways, like a well programmed machine, doing what had to be done. It was almost simple. If you took away the constant discourse in his head, the questions and doubts, the stream of prayers, always too loud.
But then it came, the moment of the day where the tornado in his head stopped. when the thoughts and the questions all stopped and the world made sense again. When the overwhelming weight of being who he was became as light as a feather, melting away like snow on the first day of summer.
“Aarin....” He said and smiled with a joy that was true, arms wrapping around his sibling, face buried in his neck. “I’ve missed you.”
