Firefly Glen fever down in my bones

it all feels stupid, now. it had felt so right, so good, to get in fights and hate and burn in the heat of her anger. but now, as exhaustion and understanding comes and night falls on the glen she finds herself in, there comes only a dull acceptance of things as they stand. 

the girl pauses, finds herself in a clearing. above, the sky is unmarred by drifting clouds, baring those hundred, thousand points of light. for a moment, she feels, heavy in a way she's never before, as if she might sink into the earth and fade forever away from here. she sits heavily on her rear, flops onto her side, and stares up into the black. without her anger, she is lost; if not a daughter, who is she? a sister, for one. and the rest—she decides she'll have to figure that out.