Nymeria leaned against the balcony railing, her gaze upon the clear sky.
Behind her was a large field layered with different types of grass.
There are few things that don't trigger her OCD.
The clear sky without any uneven clouds is one of them.
How many hours have passed?
She doesn't know.
Her gaze never left the sky.
Nymeria vaguely remembers someone who used to help with her OCD.
Someone who always calmed her down.
Was it a boy?
A boy younger than her, perhaps.
But even if she tried, she doesn't remember his face.
It was blurred.
Hard to picture.
"Was he important?"
She muttered to herself.
Perhaps he was.
But does it matter now?
She didn't know.
"...Hmm?"
Nymeria shifted her gaze.
Someone walked toward her.
It was Irenka.
She approached, looking through the report she held in one hand.
"I have made a list of all the things you need to know for the next meeting."
Irenka informed, her voice respectful.
