The ride to Tylor's college isn't any more comfortable. For first, Aaron thought that she was simply wasting her time and chasing something that isn't worth it. Secondly, they had to travel through the harsh weather.
The tension was thick in the air; a sharp knife could cut through it with ease. Anna didn't let her eyes stray from the landscape out of the window, focusing her attention on all the dark trees with little snowy hats and the snowflakes. Outside, it's cold as ice, dark and grave, and for some reason, she thought how sadistically pleasant it looked. Also, it didn't help that it matched the way she was feeling right then, right there.
There's a storm burning up inside of her, twisting up her insides and messing around in her head. She was not ready to hear about Tylor's past,
