With each step she takes, the ground squelches under her, and water eases its way into her shoes. The wind whistles through the trees, the branches flail wildly, the clouds dark and dangerous. Her legs ache as she hauls herself up the hill, her hair stuck to her face and neck. No One is with her, and he makes her feel safe. Inner torment and frustrations bubble to the surface, and No One tries to help, but they spill over in fits of self hate and tears.
With each step she takes, she remembers the help that No One gave her, and how he helped her through her life. No One reminded her that she was pretty, No One reminded her that she was intelligent. No One reminded her that she was treasured, desired, loved, wanted, appreciated, needed.
With each step she takes, No One fills her mind and the clouds begin to clear. With a final whisper, she falls to the ground, and No One is there.
But the clouds were finally gone.