the sky is always darkest before dawn.

You reach your hands out in front of you, your fingers sloshing through the little dust particles, causing them to sway in the dim light. You have your hood up, and your head feels just a little bit too warm.
Is it because you feel strange for having done apparently the right thing at apparently the right moment?
Is it because you wish there was more you could do?
Is it because you're just getting sick, like everyone else in the house?

You don't want her to fall prey to him ever again. You don't want to let someone you care so much about be hurt repeatedly.

You ignore that little voice that tells you it's not your fight.
You know you would have loved for someone to help you onto your feet way back when, even though it really wasn't so long ago.

You look out the window at the outside world. Even though it's nighttime, it doesn't seem so dark out. It's the kind of night you'd like to just go for a walk in the woods, let the cold air get into your lungs and send little shocks through you. It's the kind of night you wish you could take her with you, just walking somewhere outward from home.

The dark doesn't seem so bad when you know the light's close at hand.