Fem wakes to the sounds of cars honking their horns. Zenith is turned slowly to survey surroundings. Kids her age ran from corner to corner, playing with others. Orbics turn cold and lips are a grim set line in a pale face.

Nobody is there for me. They never will be. He was the only one. But he's gone. Lost forever in a fight started by me, his own sister. But there's always...

Stiff limbs loosen as fem stretches, keeping wary embers on any passing suspects. Cracks are heard as nape is turned from side to side. Mass is picked up off the ground and moves along the walls. Fae stops at another corner to rest.

I cloe my eyes and think of you. As my life goes on, I can only think of you. I won't last. Please come back to me. I just want to live...No, I'll live on my own. Without help.

Frame falls to the ground. Pen and paper is found. Fae carefully thinks of the written records she was to keep.

I hate my life. My life=lies. He said he'd always be there. Is he? No. I need food. The money I took won't be enough. But I can't get more because people will see my hands. My hands are still stained with the blood of him...Dragon...my brother.

Fem stops short as sos shake her frame. Pen trembles in her hand. Vision is blurred as tears slowly leak out if embers. Shaky hand wipes them away as others are forced back.