They all felt guilt heavier than ten tons of uranium tossed on their shoulders. The other children wouldn’t look into her eyes. Then she would open her eyes and realize for the millionth time that Venus was her home, and that for another seven years, she would never see the sun hidden behind the devastating clouds. All she thought about was the smell of cut grass lawns in the summer time, warm sun beating down on her face, blue skies, and a soft tickling breeze. She no longer tried to tame the desperate longing that her heart desired to feel the sun.
Though no shadow was darker, no darkness blacker, no deeper shade of loathing and pain was reflected, than those of that in the eyes of Margot. The shadows that lurked outside crept into every crack on the inside. Even the rain probably knew that it was doing something wrong by never stopping to fall, destroy, and rebuild in its endless cycle. Nothing was exactly the same after that day.
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