The darkness held meaning like it was the answer to all her questions. The moment every slant of light begin to fade from her life, darkness accepted her, taking her in and providing her with a home. The darkness was the thunder, the rain, and lighting. It was the only thing that actually understood her. Allowing her to just be her, in her state of solitude. The darkness left her the way she wanted to, not tampering with her feelings or making her feel things she did not wish to. It simply was there, a mere existence in the open while the whole world revolved without notice.