Fay laid in Ace's bed, still as a frozen limb, but her mind traveled.
She thought of the many hands life kept dealing her. Horrible hands. It was pathetic to keep living with a fate like hers.
All it took was one appearance, one word, a flicker of memory, the actions of another to trigger the trauma she had accumulated over the years.
There was no stopping, nor slowing down the pain. Tears could only do so much, and in honesty, it had done more than enough.
It was time to leave it behind, and seek better options, if she ever was going to make it out of this dungeon alive.
With that thought building a mansion in her head, she took a deep breath, and straightened up.
Ace, who was laid on his back, his hand underneath his head, as he quietly stared at the ceiling, turned, the moment he felt her move.
His lashes fluttered with curiosity, as he watched her slip out of bed, and crouched to pick up her shoes.
