[b][center][h2]Paige Kennedy[/h2][/center][/b]

The street performer seemed to be doing well with his set and Paige had to admit that he was pretty good and a surprise for a Wednesday night downtown. Even though he continued to look slightly nervous, it was evident he was a professional and his presence was something of a live advertisement for the small music store next door. She rested her head on one hand and stirred her coffee cup for the tenth time. Some of the slower melodies caused her mind to wander and she again recounted how the last several weeks brought about the biggest changes she’d ever endured in her entire life, seemingly all at once. She’d killed two men, been transferred out of her hometown and sent literally across the country, nearly been killed herself, moved twice, let go of her best friend along with everyone she’d ever been close to and rescued someone she once hated from the heavy chains of old habits.

She didn’t like it, but as she sat alone, her mind was stuck on it. In the weeks following her time in the hospital, Milo was all-in, there for her for anything. He’d come clean with Ana and truly let go of the past the three of them shared. When he told her about it, her heart sank. So much of her was getting ready to make the choice between him and her best friend. She knew, in spite of everything that happened between them, that she couldn’t betray Ana no matter what her heart may have wanted. When she’d finally been well enough to speak to Ana, she [i]wanted[/i] her to tell her that she was a backstabber who betrayed their friendship, [i]anything[/i] that would of somehow preserved the past, but it hadn’t been that way.  Ana had moved on the same as Milo leaving Paige to deal with one person she was afraid to face: [i]herself[/i].

In the first days she arrived in Sol, her time in Delta felt more and more sacred: Hot sunny days, humid nights and her career with the Marshal Service was on a rocket-like trajectory. [i]Everything[/i] was right and full of life. She couldn’t understand how either of them were able to let it go. She was never the sentimental one of the group, but Milo could read it on her clearly even when no one else could. Without objections from Ana, Paige was left on her own with how she felt about him and if she would allow herself to feel anything else. He never pushed it though, just calmly stayed back. As the musician began to pack away his setup, she looked around in the passing crowds for him. He curiously texted her about how the meeting went with Elvin and she admittedly was looking forward to telling him in person.

The shuffle of the performer’s approach caused her eyes to cut back before she turned her head. He placed his kit on the chair next to her sounding like he was in some distress. She raised one eyebrow slightly and glanced around before settling back on him and his request. “Sure…” She said with some curiosity and her characteristic southern accent watching him spin around before she could barely get the words out. “…Do what ya gotta do.” She brushed her hair aside slightly leaning over and examined the soundbox a bit while his back was turned. Childishly, she wanted to push the buttons, but thought better of it.


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