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[color=E77298]Time:[/color] 9:30am
[color=E77298]Location:[/color] Doorway of Anastasia's bedroom --> Inside her bedroom
[color=E77298]Attire:[/color][url=i.imgur.com/ngEDMGH.jpg]Dress[/url]
[color=E77298]Mention:[/color] [@Helo] Callum [@Rodiak] Zarai [@Inertia] Auguste

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Anastasia couldn’t help but smile as Auguste joined, even if his expression had been grim initially. It was no surprise that he ended up pulling her and Callum into a hug. Hearing his voice choke up, she had given the both of them a tight squeeze. [color=E77298]“I love you two.”[/color] She told them softly. It was a brief comfort to know that Auguste cared for their lives, yet as quickly as they had come, they had gone. She had lingered a moment to stare after them. 

She had longed to spend more time with them. Maybe she could have asked Callum to play cards with her or asked Auguste if she could vent her feelings to him. But that would have been selfish. They weren’t her parents after all. They had their own demons, and she understood. It wasn’t like she could do anything for them either right now.

When the bedroom door had closed, she found herself alone. Then that feeling of impending doom set in as it always did. Without Darryn to worry about, other thoughts could infiltrate her brain.

She hated being alone. It was painful. The silence of an empty room could be deafening.

Anastasia usually would seek out someone to talk to, even if they were a stranger.

Sometimes it was easier to do anything she wanted in a fleeting moment, even if it was dangerous. A rush of adrenaline could feel more intoxicating than any alcohol. But decisions like that were always costly. They were often at the expense of others or [i]even herself.[/i] Anastasia knew living in such extremes wasn’t healthy; it only led to a cycle of guilt.  But what alternative was there? 

She tried to force herself to be happy and she was often successful in deluding herself and others around her for short periods of time.

As long as she acted happy, maybe she'd feel happy, and maybe everyone else would feel happy too. 

There was no point in living life miserable, right? 

[i]So why did she?[/i]

As Anastasia had been sitting in contemplation, there was a knock on the door.