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[i]Shit.[/i] 

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I quickly ran to some pajama pants I had thrown on the floor, I’m sure my intentions at some point were to wear them. Jumping into them and beginning to pull them up I ran towards the door, but my leg hesitated before I had realized I was already heading straight for the ground.

[i]thud[/i]

Ow. 

Owwwwww.

Rolling over onto my wings.

Wings Bianca.

You can fly again you idiot.

Sighing deeply I pulled my pants up and over my bum and moved to the door groaning. I opened it to reveal my former teammate Gratia. 

It was hard to put into words what we had, her and I. Honestly, I loved it. I knew she had my back, even more so sometimes than Estelle and my father. But others had a hard time placing Gratia’s affection. She was tough on everyone and she didn’t pull punches. But for whatever reason she was always there for me. I’m still not sure the inherent value she sees in my life, but honestly, I’ve always been thankful for it. It makes me feel more elite than any kind of wealth could. Like I had an impenetrable shield, or something like that.

I opened the door just a small amount, stopping it at my shoulder. Hopefully that way she wouldn’t be able to make out too much about my face, given the dark room.

[color=9D36FF]“Hey Gratia, couldn’t sleep?”[/color] I asked in a soothing voice.