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Sloth
She can't really think of a reason to get up.
Her body is wrapped in fluffy blankets and she's snuggled on the most comfortable patch of her mattress she could find. Her head is pressed in her pillow, and the soft fabric is too comforting to leave.
She glares at the light that seeps through the curtains, also cursing the birds that dare sing their happy little songs so early in the morning.
She knows she could get up, start the day.
But she doesn't really why.
Besides, the moment she woke up she remembered.
That there really wasn't a reason for her to get up. She doesn't see the point anymore.
Everyday she just roams the streets of Luca, looking for something that could make her feel something.
She looks at mothers scolding their children, and she feels bored.
She looks at rogue boys trying to woo posh girls, and she feels bored.
She looks at secret lovers holding hands in the park at night, and she feels bored.
She looks at the graveyard, filled from the days Sin still roamed the world, and she feels bored.
She just doesn't feel anything other than that.
So she stays in bed and hugs her pillow. It's a pathetic substitute, she knows, but it's all she has to work with. She tries falling asleep again to dream of when he was still with her, but the heavenly state of oblivion won't come to her.
So she just lies there.
Remembering.
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