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Authur's note: thank you guys so much for you patience here is the next chapter. I am open for questions and criticism about the characters and chapters. Plus what do you think of Haze so far? and what do you think of Millie and Lydia. and if you want to add something to the current story I am very much open.
Season 3, Chapter 2.
The Bottle.
Meanwhile, Haze leaves the party behind. He flies far and fast on his broom, and after a few hours, Haze lands near a hut, he notices its quaint appearance, with grass adorning its roof. The structure exudes a rustic charm, its exterior adorned with mushrooms peeking out from the damp soil. Surrounding trees, lacking foliage, add to the desolate ambiance.
Haze moves on and knocks on the door. "Yeah, what is it?" he hears a grumpy voice from inside yell. "Mister Barryn, it is me, Haze, the one that sent you the letter the other day," Haze explains, and he hears a heavy lock getting turned. The door comes ajar, and a purple-eyed man peeks through the opening and looks Haze over.
"Right," the guy says and closes the door. Haze hears another lock turn, and the man opens the door to reveal the pale hunch-backed man with thin black hair and a bulky build barely taller than Haze greet him.
"One can never be too careful, those darn Waltorfs," the man grumpily says, opening the door more fully to allow Haze to walk inside. The first thing he notices is the pungent smell of different herbs hanging in the air, as well as a moist feeling and the smell of roots and earth.
There are potions and herbs hanging from ropes, which are tied to the bearings in the ceiling. He sees Barryn walk past him and goes over to the desk by a cauldron hanging over a fireplace. On the desk is a big old book and several plants and pieces.
"Finding out what is in this will take a moment, make yourself comfortable, kid," Barryn tells him, and so Haze sits down by the kitchen table. The whole room is big, and there is a corner for a small kitchen. On the other end of the room is a bed, and there is a small study in the third corner. Haze looks over to the last corner where the man puts the powder on a piece of paper and brings out a few ingredients.
Haze puts his hands into his pockets and notices a piece of paper that he pulls out. He sees that it is the letter from his mother that his sister gave him the other day. He takes a breath and opens it and reads through the letter.
-"Dear Haze, as we both know, my condition keeps worsening, and one is never sure if I will ever recover. I feel myself slipping away day by day along with my health.
It pains me greatly that I sense that I cannot be there when you turn 20 years of age. However, I have left a few things for you as a gift. Give this letter to Wilbert, and he will know what the Lavender Fly will mean. Anyways, I will leave you with quite a bit of inheritance and some of my old buttons you seemed so fond of when you were young, as the Lavender Butterfly should stay in the family.
Happy birthday, dear Haze, and remember, no matter how old you get, you will always be my sweet little boy.
-With love from your mother, Hilzia.
Haze grips the letter tightly, his heart heavy with sadness as he reads it. His gaze trails along the edges of the paper before shifting to his hand, where he notices the glimmering purple gem of his ring. He turns his hand, examining the ring adorned with two silver butterflies clasping the sharp purple gem in place ("the Lavender Butterfly,") he muses to himself. Suddenly, an enchanting noise breaks his reverie, prompting him to lift his eyes and look toward the source.
"It is complete. I am rather surprised this is what is in this. I mean, this sure is a large quantity to be carrying around," Barry says and turns to Haze, giving him the flask. "How so?"
"Well, it is quite potent. Just a small sum of that should boost one's magical abilities quite a bit and make one last longer. It is illegal as its effects can be quite harmful to the one using it," Barry explains, looking at Haze, whose expression is hard to read as his mind gets lost in thought.
"By your lack of surprise, I am assuming that you have your suspicions already. Well, the deal is that I won't ask any questions, and the less I know, the better," he says, and Haze goes to his pocket and brings out quite a large pouch of money, which he hands to Barry who accepts. "Thank you. I think I know where to look into next," Haze says and heads for the door his mind filling up with thoughts as he pass.
("The powder was in the hands of Friedrich Arsinch's men, so they must be using it for some purpose, some bad purpose at that,") Haze thinks to himself and opends the door.
"I must warn you to be careful.'' Barryn says and Haze stops and looks at the mam ''Whoever is dealing with that kind of strong substances is up to no good and is sure to be a dangerous group, so do be careful," Barry warns.
"I will," Haze replies, his gaze lingering on the man for a moment before he turns and heads out the door. He walks a few steps, retrieving his broom, all the while lost in thought, recalling the contents of the letter from his mother. As he gazes at the darkening sky, the moon ascending in the distance catches his attention. ("it is too late to visit her now"), he thinks to himself, clicking his teeth in annoyance, remembering his friend's refusal in delivering the bottle. "Why couldn't they have just delivered it?" he says in a harsh annoyed tone.
As the hideout lies enveloped in darkness, Haze navigates the silent halls, the hushed atmosphere indicating that everyone is already asleep. He enters his room and begins to undress, slipping under the covers with a heavy sigh. Thoughts of the bottle's contents weigh heavily on his mind. "A magical ability and mana enhancer, Frederick's men, Kyle Menercy involvement, " he mutters, a sense of worry permeating his being. He tosses and turns in bed, the minutes ticking by agonizingly slowly as sleep eludes him.
The following day, he does his simple patrol mission. Late in the day, once his post is over, he heads for the capital. When he arrives, the sky has already turned red. He lands by an inn called the Proper Drinker and heads inside. He sees a few people sitting by their tables, enjoying their drinks and the company of their friends.
Haze walks up to the counter where a grey-haired older gentleman stands with a tall stature, wearing a simple yet expensive tuxedo. "Good day, Haze. What brings you to these parts? I have barely seen you this past year," the man says.
"Yeah, well, putting the small talk aside, Wilbert," Haze says and hands the man the note from his mother. Wilbert reads it over.
"I see," Wilbert says and nods to speak to the other man working there. "Moa, I am heading up to grab something real quick," Wilbert explains.
"Sure thing," Moa replies, and Wilbert steps to the other side of the counter before heading up the staircase.
"Follow me, Haze," he says, and Haze watches as Wilbert climbs up the stairs for a moment before following the man upstairs. They walk to the end of the hall, and Wilbert takes his keys and unlocks the door. He steps inside, and Haze follows him into a decently big bedroom with one bed on each side of the room and two cupboards and end tables. It seems to be where Wilbert lives when he isn't at work.
Wilbert goes to the chest at the end of his bed, unlocks it, and brings out a box. He stands up and gives it to Haze, who looks at it with a puzzled look. "Open it," Wilbert instructs, and Haze looks to the purple box with a butterfly on the side. He opens the lid and sees a key and a golden egg inside, dotted with purple gems and silver markings running along the side, creating a butterfly.
"The key is to your inheritance, and the egg is a family heirloom," Wilbert explains. Haze is shaken as he senses a dread running through him. "But she isn't dead yet, so why would she give me this as if she were?" he asks, looking to Wilbert.
"You will need to ask your mother about that, as I do not know," Wilbert explains, and Haze nods, putting the box into his satchel.
"I will be off," Haze says, as his tone turns to indifference to hide his state of being. He turns for the door. "Haze, whatever you are thinking, go easy on her. She doesn't have that much strength left," Wilbert tells him.
"I am not that terrible," Haze says and leaves the room.
He steps outside and gets on his broom, flying off. He lands by the medical ward and walks over to the far end wing. He opens the door to a stone room with a bed by the window, which is barely open.
He walks over to the lady with purple frizzy hair who is resting in the bed. The lady is frail and skinny, looking rather fatigued.
The lady slowly opens her eyes and looks to Haze in a drowsy state before her eyes light up. "Haze, it is you," she says and tries to sit up but falls back just as quickly. She is heaving for breath, and Haze's eyes soften as he moves over to her, gripping his hands together. "Mother, I..." he says as she begins to cough, and a sense of fear and loss runs through him as the cough worsens. A nurse comes running in. "Oh no, Miss, you must take it easy," the nurse tells her, and Haze takes a step back, spinning around and heading out of the door.
("Why this? Why now? Damn it, mother, why do you have to be sick?") his mind races as he heads out the door of the building, almost running into a bucket of flowers. He stops and looks up a bit to see his sister's face. "You are actually here. Did you finally muster the courage to..."
"I have no time for your bullshit," Haze snaps and grabs his broom, heading for the sky. His mind rushes through everything, and he shakes his head. "Damn it!" he yells. "Get a grip already," he mutters as he flies through the dark skies.
More hours pass, and he lands by the hideout. It has gotten quite dark out, and Haze steps into the lit hideout, where everyone turns to him, and he stops in confusion for a moment.
"Oh, you are here too, good," Charmy says as one of her sheep walks up to Haze and hands him a plate of food.
"Well, actually, I..." he utters.
"Eat," Charmy says in a lighthearted yet threatening demeanor, daring Haze to decline, which he gulps.
"Right," he says and finds a seat in the living room.
He begins to eat and looks at the Black Bulls bantering amongst each other while scarfing down food. 'You came back late, what have you been up to?' Vanessa asks. 'Just stuff,' Haze says, putting more food into his mouth to avoid talking. 'Just stuff that isn't very satisfying of an answer,' Vanessa tells him. 'I know,' Haze replies, and Vanessa gets the point. 'As you wish, pretty boy, I won't dig any further,' Vanessa says and takes a swig of her wine.
Haze keeps on eating and looking into space. 'These guys probably wouldn't understand, like everyone else. No, I need to gather things on my own,' Haze thinks to himself, watching everyone as he eats in silence. 'The powder enhances one's magical ability and mana, what does that tell me?' he ponders. 'I know Frederick runs a black market drug ring, so it could be related to that, but... the way they have increased their influence so suddenly lately can't be a coincidence. No, I need more intel, which means I will need to get into trouble,' he thinks to himself, his eyes going over to Millie sitting quietly close to Asta with a bowl of food in her hands.
('Maybe if I go to his base?') Haze thinks to himself and swallows the last bit of food before placing the plate down, and he heads further into the hideout ('I need to find it and make sure that he is away to find more clues') he thinks to himself.
Meanwhile, Millie ventures outside into the woods, the chilly wind causing her to hug herself tightly as it gusts by. "Brr, it's getting colder," she murmurs softly to herself. Reflecting on the kindness of the Black Bulls, a longing for closeness fills her heart, though her nerves begin to act up once again. Shaking off the unease, she ignores the shadow lurking between the trees as she continues on her path.
("Miss Sky, I really am trying to embrace change and accept their kindness, but the more I do, the more worried I get...") she thinks to herself, the memory of her hand passing through Sara's chest flashing through her mind. She recalls turning to see Malissa standing amidst the trees with a difficult-to-read expression on her face.
("No, shake that off. Your family isn't here. I'm being cautious to prevent it from happening again. But what if I'm missing something? What if their hearts change like Master Thomson's did, or they become paranoid like Lady Leah? I can't handle going through that agian. No, I must trust myself. After all, I've avoided that sort of thing for a long time...") she thinks, remembering the girl in the wheelchair. ("It's been 170 or so years since then, and I've kept my heart closed to anyone, staying safe...") she reminds herself, shaking her head to dispel the unease. "Stop this please. You can be around them and keep your heart at bay, I hope") she whispers softly to her self. Her chest clenches up as she gets a lump in her throat as images flash through her mind and she looks up ahead, she's surprised to find herself back at the hideout. "Wait, did I just make a big circle?" she asks herself. "I was supposed to get to the lake," she utters, the cold winds prompting her to hug herself tighter for warmth. "Maybe a swim today will be bad," she thinks to herself, walking over to her usual tree and conjuring a small white flame. Taking out a book, she begins to read into the night.
Next morning It is early, and Lydia stretches wide in her bed, her gaze falling upon her outfit laid out on the chair beside her. Remembering her task for the day, she takes a deep breath and rises, proceeding to take a good, long shower. As she showers, she hears footsteps drawing closer, and she turns her head to see Selena walking past her shower stall.
"Oh, Selena, good morning," Lydia utters.
"Good morning to you too. So, are you ready for your big speech today?" Selena asks, entering the stall next to Lydia.
"Well, I, uh, sure," Lydia says with a brave smile.
"I know you'll be great. I mean, you've been working on that speech for several days now," Selena says, turning on the water.
"Yeah, your family always knows how to be appropriate and elegant at every appearance you make. And your sister's speech last year was amazing; she sure knows how to flatter nobility the proper way," she continues, causing Lydia to gulp nervously.
"Well, we do make sure to keep our business clean," Lydia replies.
"Not only that, but you're all a catch. I mean, especially your older brother Lenado," Borja says, blushing. "Uh, is that romance we're detecting?" Wainsley giggles.
"Oh, that's so sweet," Galgaria says as Sol, uncertain of what to add, joins the conversation. "I don't see the big appeal; he's just some guy," she says, turning on the water in her own stall.
"Hey, come on, Sol, you must have someone that you like," Selena says.
"Not really. I've never liked men," Sol says bluntly, ending the conversation abruptly.
"I'm certain that you will find a way to make yourself like them too, I am certain," Selena tells her optimistically.
"In your dreams. No matter what you say, men are far too incredibly stupid for me to tolerate," Sol declares defiantly, prompting the others to exchange looks and smiles.
"Well, I like my boyfriend, and I don't think he's dumb at all," Blently says, blushing.
"Same with mine," Galgeria utters, also blushing.
"Hello, girls! Your favorite angel is here! So, what's everyone talking about?" Puli says in a sing-song voice upon entering the room, initiating a new round of chatter. Meanwhile, Lydia looks to the floor with a sinking feeling.
The day continues with a simple patrol mission, during which Lydia reads over her speech multiple times. As evening approaches, she delivers her report at the headquarters, noticing Selena's easygoing smile. "Are you all right? You've been off all day," Selena asks, concerned.
"She's right. Is everything all right with you?" Galerea adds.
Lydia's mouth quivers for a second. "Well, actually, I, uh, need to get ready for tonight. Good thing the mission is over," she replies, perking up and heading out the door of the headquarters, leaving Galerea and Selena to exchange concerned glances.
"Oh, Sebastian, hi! How are you? Are you delivering your report too?" Lydia asks, addressing Sebastian, who adjusts his glasses.
"Yeah, our squad has been racking up the missions like crazy. We've even gotten quite a few stars this year compared to last year," Sebastian explains.
"Well, it sounds like we have a bit of competition then," Lydia says.
"After this, I'll be hanging around the capital for a while. I'm covering Zekke's shift tonight," Sebastian adds.
"I see. Well, good to see you working hard," Lydia says with an encouraging smile. "I must apologize; I have an event to get to and need to get ready for tonight," she explains, grabbing her broom by the wall.
"I see. Well, have a good time, and see you," Sebastian replies as Selena and Galerea pass him, following Lydia.
Meanwhile, the Blue Rose Knights gather in the main hall, chatting amongst themselves. Lydia, on the other hand, meticulously arranges her brown hair into a ballerina bun, accentuated by a braid curling around it several times, with a pink bow flowing beneath. She admires herself in the mirror, clad in a Victorian-style pink dress with open shoulders and a neckline held up by a purple silk strap. After donning her purple gloves and making a few final adjustments to her hair, she steps into her pink high heels, embellished with a purple bow at the front.
Satisfied with her appearance, she spins around with a smile. "All right, the outfit is in place, and the speech is ready," she utters, taking a deep breath before grabbing her purse and walking out of her room. Heading out the back, she retrieves her broom and sits on it sideways, floating as she ascends into the sky. Later, she lands a few blocks away from the event, readjusting her hair and dress before turning the corner and walking up a block to a grand staircase leading up to a three-story mansion-like estate.
Upon arriving, the butler at the door welcomes her. "Ah, Lydia Serenify, it is good that you have arrived. Your family has already arrived," he says, drawing the attention of a few onlookers.
"Oh, Serenify, do you think she will deliver a good speech like her brother did last year?" she hears someone mumble. "Hard to tell. I mean, I heard she failed her first mission, and it was a patrol mission at that."
"Really? Wow, she must be a big failure and a disappointment."
"Well, she was accompanied by the Green Praying Mantis which are pimarally made up by commoners and the Black Bulls, known for causing trouble on missions. It's unfair if she had to pick up both their slacks as well," another one says Lydia hears them clearly and does her best to ignore their chatter.
("Typical. Do one tiny mistake, and these guys will hold it over you for as long as they possibly can," ) Lydia thinks to herself as she moves inside.
Advancing further, she encounters her mother who wears a blue victorian style dress whit white embroydery on it. "Oh, Lydia, there you are. Good to see that you managed to arrive on time. And you look... well, I suppose it's on the rougher side, but it's good enough, I presume," her mother says.
"Well, yes, Mother, I have made sure to do my hair as well as I possibly could," Lydia replies.
"You did your hair on your own? Well, no wonder it looks sloppy. You should have told me; the Blue Rose Knights don't have a hairstylist working for them," her mother retorts.
Lydia then observes the ballroom, filled with nobility, with a long dinner table being prepared at one end by the servers.
"There you are, ready to blow us away, sis," her brother asks.
"Yes, Lenon, as a matter of fact, I have. The speech will be quite intriguing, I am sure. You will like it," she assures them.
The moment grows silent before her mother speaks up. "Well, regardless, I am sure we will all be able to judge it soon enough. Now, tell me about your latest missions, dear. Have you been able to keep things on the straight and narrow?" her mother inquires.
"Huh? Oh, yes, things have gone smoothly," Lydia replies as a bell rings, signaling everyone to take
their seats as Kyle Menercy, a blond man with a bit of chub, addresses the guests. "Hello, everyone! Glad you all could make it. I hope you brought your appetites, as the food is ready. Now, let us take our seats," he announces, prompting everyone to gather around the table to eat.
Most of the conversations heard are of shallow subjects and rumours for the most part and the feeling in the air is tence. Lydia takes a sip of water as Kyle clears his throat ''now then why don't the youngest Serenify deliver her speach about this past year'' he asks and Lydia almost spits out her water but manages to swallow and she clears her throat and puts down the glass.
''off corse sir'' she replies and with a neat bow she stands up and brings out her paper and everyone looks to her. She swallows her nerves and begins to read. ''dear noble mages, I am Lydia Serenefy and I have been asked to hold the speech for this years banquette, first I must thank Kyle Menercy and Fredrik Arcian for this oppertunity'' she says and Lydia continues her speech as best as she can, praising each noble in the room at least once.
She concludes by raising a toast to the prosperity of all their houses, which is met with a synchronized raising of glasses from the guests. Gracefully, Lydia bows and gives a slight curtsy before retaking her seat. As the dinner progresses, conversations revolve around social statuses and the comparative merits of different noble houses. However, Lydia finds herself lost in her thoughts, feeling like a free spirit trapped in stifling garments, playing a role to please her parents.
While being part of an all-girls squad allows for a sense of femininity, Lydia can't help but feel constrained by societal expectations. Sol, for example, embraces her femininity in her own unique way, free from conventional norms.
Feeling increasingly suffocated by the stiffness of her attire, Lydia struggles to breathe freely, her corset restricting her movements.
"Don't you agree, Lydia?" she hears and turns to her mother. "My apologies, what is it?" Lydia asks.
"Mr. Kyle Menercy here has offered to take you under his wing if you wish to get into business instead of becoming a knight," her mother clarifies. Lydia looks over to the blond man with an overweight build. "Anyone who has taught under me has made a successful business," Kyle adds, patting himself on the back as he straightens his posture.
Lydia looks around the room before she turns back to the man. "I will need to decline, sir," Lydia says, and she feels her mother's foot on hers under the table.
"She doesn't know what she's saying. Of course she will take the offer and consider it," her mother says, looking at Lydia. "Right, Lydia?" Her gut sinks as her father chimes in from the other side, "It would be an honor and pleasure to work with you, Mister Kyle."
As they begin chatting, her father continues, "Lydia here would be a fine addition and would run a successful business, I'm sure. After all, her grades are fantastic, and her mana control is above average, even among nobles her age."
"Apologies, I need to get some air," Lydia quickly interjects, neatly pulling the chair back and leaving the table. She walks out to the balcony where the sun is setting in the far distance. She tries to take another deep breath, but her corset keeps her chest firmly in place. ("There's a reason I chose the Magic Knights, and they know that, so why?") her mind thinks as she hears the door behind her open. She turns to see her mother walking up with a displeased look on her face.
"What was that, young lady?" she asks.
"Mother, you know that I chose to be a Magic Knight for a reason," Lydia responds.
"I know you told me that you feel more suited for that role. However, this sort of offer is once in a lifetime. I mean, for Mr. Kyle Menarcy to take anyone in is rare. It's an honor that he even looked our way," her mother tells her.
"I'm not changing career paths, mother," Lydia tells her mother.
"Watch your tone with me, Lydia. You know how important moving up the social ladder is for your family. Now quit being selfish and get back in there. Make sure Mr. Kyle Menarcy does not regret his decision to take you in," she tells her. Lydia thinks it over and takes a breath. "Fine, mother," she responds and heads indoors. Her mother adjusts her hair before going inside. Lydia walks through the hall and into the large room where the dinner is held. She searches for the seat next to her, but it's empty.
"Where is Lydia?" she asks.
"Huh, she isn't here. I thought she was with you," her husband responds. She looks to him and to Kyle and smiles as she sits down. "I'm certain that she is just powdering her nose and will be here shortly," she says and sits into her seat.
Meanwhile, Lydia runs down the streets of the capital, nearing the library as it gets darker out. She stops and does her best to breathe.
"I'm out, geez," she hears a familiar grumpy voice say, and she looks up the steps to see a light blue-hooded guy turning and looking to the bottom of the steps, his face dropping. "What are you doing here looking all dolled up?" Haze asks lazily, walking down the steps.
"I just— I don't have to explain myself to you. What are you doing here so late?" she asks, pointing a finger at him. He leans slightly back to avoid her hand.
"None of your business," he replies unfazed.
"Exactly!" Lydia replies, and Haze looks at her dumbfounded. "What?" he asks.
"Never mind. It's none of your business," she tells him.
"Uh... what?" he asks again.
"Just, ugh, you are the last person I wanted to see right now," she says and sits down on the steps, her dress curling up around her. Haze is about to open his mouth, "No comments from you," she tells him.
Haze looks off to the side and back to her. She seems rather lost and out of it, and he lets out an annoyed sigh. "What is it?" he asks, sitting down next to her.
"As if I would open myself up to you. You're just going to do what you did last time, which was to insult me," Lydia tells him.
"Fair enough," he says and looks up at the sky. Lydia looks at him, "Why did you do it?" she asks.
"Huh?" he responds.
"Why did you join the Magic Knights?" she asks again, looking at him. He turns his eyes to her, "I mean, I know I asked you before, but you pushed the question aside and went on to insult me instead," Lydia asks.
"It's personal. You wouldn't understand," he tells her.
"Try me," she tells him, and he looks at her. "It's just something I have to do, and being a Magic Knight is the best way to do it," he says. Lydia looks at him and to the royal library behind her.
"What are you searching for?" she asks. "Uh, what?" he asks.
"This isn't the first time you've been spotted close to a library, and you always seem like your mind is occupied by something," she tells him. He looks at her, "It's private," he states.
"Fine, I won't dig," she says and looks away, running her hand over her hair. She feels her braid in her hair, put so elegantly back into a bun in the back.
"I just said no to joining Kyle Menarcy," she lets slip past her lips, and Haze narrows his eyes. "That guy, he has a hand in so many businesses," Haze utters.
"He does, and Frederick Arcian was quite eager for me to join as well," Lydia says.
"They did?" Haze asks.
"Yes, and they mentioned me and my family assets as just what they were looking for. But I want to be a Magic Knight. I don't fit in their world. I mean, I chose to become a Magic Knight for a reason," Lydia explains.
"It's a good thing that you declined their offer," Haze says.
"Uh, what? I thought this is where you would say that I was making a mistake," Lydia tells him.
"When it comes to business, sure, they are a typhoon, but there is a reason for it," Haze says.
"What do you mean?" Lydia asks, shaking her head and looking to Haze. "No, what are you even saying?"
"I don't have proof currently, but they are bad news, and I don't like them," Haze says.
"But you don't like anyone," Lydia says.
"Yeah, well," Haze says.
"Anyways, after running away, I doubt they will invite me to their banquet," Lydia says. "Banquet?" Haze asks.
"Yes, they hold it yearly for them and all the ones they have business with and for the ones aspiring to do business," Lydia explains.
"Wait, isn't that where you came from now?" he asks.
"No, it's just a meet and greet between nobles. You know that. I mean, I did see your dad there," Lydia explains.
"Right," Haze says, thinking her words over like he is realizing something.
"Anyways, their life isn't for me, and I know in a week or so there will be a social event for the elite nobles and royalty at a networking event. There is no way I am attending that if this event is this stiff," she says, but her words are drowned out by Haze's thoughts.
"Just follow your path, Lydia," he tells her and stands up.
"What?" she asks.
"Just follow your path. It will become clearer later that it is the right one," he says and puts his hands into his pockets, walking away, leaving Lydia sitting by the steps. "Well, it's not like I can turn back now," she thinks to herself, watching him leave.
('he seems to be in a hurry all of a sudden') she thiks to himself and she thinks his words over about her needing to be true to one self. ''I suppose he is right. ... Damn it is annoying when he does that'' she silenly mutter to her self looking to the sky.
