[Sadrain]

December 17th, Chicago. Sewers #17.

It was yet another peaceful day - like all when Amante was gone. It seemed he always brought unrest wherever he went. Certainly, in her life at least. Leila did not rejoice for his pains and suffering - too much. Part of her felt slight compassion even. Leila knew how it was when a dear person suffered, and there was nothing you could do about it, or to revert the time and change the happenings...

However, mostly she did not think about Amante much. Or tried not to. There was something about him that made her puzzled. And Leila loved to figure people out. Trough that, she came to terms with her self, seeing how twisted and cracked people around her were. Trough that, she distanced her self from people even more. There was space separating her from others, always, as long as her memories remained, imprinted in her brains, returning in nightmares, or painful thoughts.

Wrapped in shadows, practically invisible without trying, Leila floated down the sewer. Not high up, but still good deal above the ground. Her eyes were half shut, but she was aware of each brick or movement in every direction. So, Amante's slumped form she noticed long before she reached it. Becoming more visible, but only slightly, she floated above him, head tilting to the side. "Hmm..."