A Brief Check-Up

Frictionless tension. Yeah, that's the best way I could put it. A frictionless tension, taking the familiar route home with Ash in silence.

A nervousness layered with a calmness. A feeling of unease that rang hollow… like there's a raging thunderstorm inside me that would never once threaten to strike.

I didn't think it was even possible to feel such a heavy sinking pressure while also simultaneously feeling as light as a feather. 

Familiar landmarks soon began to crop up in the nearing horizon. For some reason, the sight of half-harvested fields was incomplete. Dad should already be there, toiling away at the slightest crack of dawn. He was late, and the sun was only gonna continue to rise higher and higher… so he's either gonna be very late, or on the other hand, can't be late if you ain't never gonna show in the first place.