Bree sat down on Cicada's old bed and stared at the ceiling. She snickered at the glow in the dark stickers, Cicada had insisted on putting them up. Despite how silly it seemed. God her heart ached, they had been friends since middle school, and the other had been removed so quickly. Ana, Ana was great. Never could be the replacement, but someone Bree could trust. Not with this though, not yet.
Ana half-closed her eyes. Time for naps. Angels were the type to sleep sparingly, therefore it made her very tired upon occasionr.
Bree's eyes shut. This is what she did when she was bored. Enter her dead roommates room and just lay there. Reminiscing about old times. She felt like this was some deep secret, that no matter how she tried. Bree just couldn't move past it.
Ana dozed lightly, slowly relaxing into the couch and her warm wings, unaware of what Kaze was truly doing in that room…
(Skip?)
(Yeah.)
(To when?)
(Um, when Ana wakes up. Bree will still be holed up in the room. Probably crying.)
(Hmmm but Ana wouldn’t be able to do anything.)
(…Good point. I think there would be a spare key somewhere in the apartment that Ana could grab.)
(How would she know about it?)
(Ugh, I don't know. Just knock on the door or something.)
(.p. Alright. You start please)
(Sorry I got a plan running through my head and this is part of it.)
Bree could feel the tears slip down her face and felt her breath hiccup as she tried to control herself. It wasn't working. God damn it it wasn't working!
(Okay!)
Ana rose after her nap. She heard faint crying earlier and now she rose to investigate. She trotted to the door and knocked unhesitantly.
"Shit!" Bree muttered as she wiped at her eyes. She fumbled in around for the keys waling towards the door. She said in a hoarse voice, "Something up?"
“Mmm yeah. You okay in there?” She heard all of the fumblings and grumblings. She wasn’t exacty deaf.
"Um yeah," Bree responded as she finally unlocked the door and slipped out. Her eyes were red and clear tear stains were on her face.
Ana watched her carefully. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Her voice was soft.
Bree nodded she reached up and rubbed at her eyes, "Yeah. Just revisiting some old memories."
Ana nodded. “Alright. If you’re so sure.” She offered a faint smile.
Breeze looked at the room and moved to lock it. Her hand flattered and she could hear her voice say, "You want to see the room?"
Ana blinked. “Er, if you don’t want me to… I don’t really mind.”
"No, I uh," Breeze sighed, "I don't know. I mean like, this is where I go when I'm bored. It's my bored room."
Not a shine to my dead friend. Totally not that at all.
Ana shook her head. “It sounds super personal. I don’t want to invade.”
"Yeah that makes sense," Breeze forced her hand to finally lock the door, "So what do you want to do?"
Ana gave Kaze a worried look. “I want to be concerned about you.”
Kaze looked at Ana, "And you really don't need to be. This is something I just do sometimes okay?"
Ana grunted. “If you say so. It doesn’t seem too healthy, though…”
"I don't think it is," Breeze said quietly. She hoped Ana hadn't heard her.
Ana pretended she didn’t. “You should go get some rest. You look tired.”