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[indent][indent][sub][color=gray]I love you and I hate you and I'm losing my mind. You tell me all the time that this will pass and that I'm gonna be fine.[/color][/sub][/indent][/indent][/center]

After making her way through the window, Brooklyn congratulated herself at the job well done. She had made little to no noise and did not get cut up in the process. Suddenly, the chatter of other's caused her to dip down behind a pillar. She pulled the sleeve of her hooded sweatshirt up to her mouth to mask her breathing. The last thing she needed was to be caught by bandits or worse. She listened for a moment, and could not make out the words. 

Scuttling across the floor, Brooklyn made her way down the hall, where the voices could be heard more and more clear. Before she knew it, she could be within ear shot as she positioned herself behind an overturned garbage can. [color=e3b3ba][b]"Why am I doing this?"[/b][/color] she questioned herself in a harsh whisper. It was quickly then she decided she needed to keep going, she had made promises to herself earlier that she would just get in and get out. 

Extending her legs to stand straight, she ran past the open doorway in which she heard the voices coming from.