[Sadrain]

December 12th, Chicago. Sewers near Base. 4AM.

"Stop 'supposing', it is my problem too, and it will be!" Aiolia wiped tears with back of her hand. "At least come and sleep it out!" But when Amante didn't reply, heading for the sewers, she sniffed again and turned around. "Fine, you never gave a damn about me anyways, did you," the girl muttered. Wrapping arms around her self, suddenly feeling cold and quite lonely, Aiolia headed back to her own little home. Everything was so messed up lately she saw no beginning or end of it. The few people dear to her seemed to slip further and further away, while she earned new enemies.
"I guess I am the wrong one again," Aiolia thought, shivering as memories of past sneaked up on her, untouched for months, as if they had been waiting for a opportunity like this to torment the girl.