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The bustling of traffic had never bothered her before, but now the constant noise mixed with the sickening memories of Anne's room made her anxious. She glanced over at Anne and Marcy, peacefully sleeping. She was left with the question: Why were they still her friends? After everything that had happened, you would think they would have left her already. But they hadn't. She could see why Marcy would be forgiven, and she knew exactly why she herself had forgiven her, but why should they forgive Sasha? Marcy's mistake was made in an act of desperation, pretty reasonably excused after a genuine apology and a conversation about putting a little bit more thought into things before doing them.
Glancing at the clock on the bedside table let her know that it was about 5 in the morning. She slipped out of the bed, slippered feet padding on the hardwood floor over to the door leading to the balcony. She snuck outside, trying her hardest to be quiet.
As she leaned over the balcony, there was only one thing she could think of. The looks on their faces if they found her out here. They were always so worried for her, especially when she had episodes, or when she snuck off for any reason. The three had promised that they'd all be there for eachother after Amphibia.
The thought of their faces made her heart ache. They were always so soft and patient with her, and even thinking about it made feelings bubble up that she'd been trying to muffle for years. Only now, something else felt like it was bubbling up. She could feel something sort of creeping up her throat. She bent over Into a coughing fit, still trying to stay quiet. She looked at the floor of the balcony to see what could best be described as a strange sight. Three single rose petals In a small puddle of blood.
Did that just come out of my throat?
She hid her confusion, using her foot to try and sweep it over the edge at the sound of footsteps. She had learned to recognize whose footsteps were whose, immediately assigning the quaint, near silent steps to Marcy.
"Hey Marmar, whatcha doing up?"
She received only an eye-roll to that.
"I came out here to ask you the same thing. I heard you coughing, are you alright, Sashy?"
The blonde noticed Marcy picking at her fingers, a habit she had picked up when nervous. She put her hand on top of the other girl's so she would stop.
"Don't worry about me, I am absolutely fine. You should get back to bed, Marbles. Its late."
"Fine. But only if you come back too."
She looked up to make eye contact with the blonde.
"Please?"
Sasha nodded quietly and grasped her hand, following the shorter girl back inside.
She prayed that the look back towards the balcony was just to look outside, and not at the stamped petals on the deep red stain