Streetlights were Emmy's only company.
It wasn't that she had no friends, or just preferred to befriend an inanimate object. It was just that, as of now, Emmy favored being alone. Alone, but in the company of something that wouldn't spite her; alone, but beside something that wouldn't feel anything if she abandoned it.
Something that wouldn't remind Emmy of her previous acquaintances.
How pathetic, Emmy's inner voice piped. She had reduced the two to nothing but acquaintances. She had refused to refer to them as anything but people she's worked with for a certain amount of time, for anything other than that description would bring her to tears that she had long refused to shed.
After all, Emmy had brought this upon herself. She had thought that she would somehow be able to revert her uncle to the loving man he was. That proved to be absolutely foolish; she lost Leon and any chance to regain him after successfully unraveling the mystery of the Azran Legacy.
And with the loss of her uncle, she lost two of her friends as well.
Passing under a streetlight, Emmy's tears glistened like crystals. The woman rolled down her window and leaned her left arm on the edge. Her hair flew behind her like waves, slapping around the headrest as the car's speed continued to blow wind into the car.
Strangely, Emmy felt a huge pang of nostalgia. The memories that she had tried so hard to bury dug its way back up, plaguing her mind once again. This time, however, Emmy let her mind replay all the memories. She started to wonder how Luke was doing, and how the professor fared without her assistance. Wouldn't his mailbox be a time bomb now, ready to explode from the mass of unread letters crammed in there? The thought made Emmy chuckle, despite her somber attitude towards this all.
A laugh cut through the air and sliced Emmy's thoughts in half. That laugh…
Emmy couldn't believe her ears. She strained them, wishing on everything she had to hear it again. Of course, it never sounded again.
Instead, a dog's howl pierced the silent night. Emmy rubbed her temples her eyes widening. It was as if she was going barking mad, imagining Luke's voice at such late of an hour. There was no way to justify Luke laughing in the middle of an empty street, masked by complete darkness.
Emmy felt as though her mind was purposely playing tricks on her. She was imagining a dog's bark as Luke's laugh, especially when she was most vulnerable. Paranoia took over her senses, and Emmy could no longer control what she was doing anymore. Tears were now falling now her cheeks in rapid succession, with no sign of stopping. The brunette barely processed putting her face in her hands, violent sobs racking her body.
Parked on the side of a road, Emmy shut off her car, cutting off the light that was emanating out of it. In the dead of night, the brunette let herself break down, with streetlights as her only company.
