❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅❄❅ — Coldplay, Fix You EVERLY IS EXHAUSTED. It's obvious in every sluggish step she takes. It's the second sleepless night she's had, and the strain shows on every inch of her small face. More out of annoyance with her slowness than anything close to pity, I eventually stop and decide we've gone far enough. I don't offer myself up as the first one to speak, which means several moments pass by in silence as she tries to quell her labored breathing. "You said you would explain. So explain," Everly says finally. "But what is it?" "What?"