Swiftcurrent Creek Stare al Proprio Posto

She followed after Frederick, her steps heavy and her silence nearly deafening. Eyes fixed on the ground, her mind ran rampant with thoughts she could barely keep track of.

Milan did not know who was to blame. She did not know if she had a right to be upset.

She could not understand why he had suddenly grown cold. Once the border was reached, she took her exit without offering Frederick so much as a 'goodbye'.