[ Wingardia] No.014 (Phae's Room)

[Mama Ame]

Phae's room is located on the ground level of the building due to her fear of heights. When you first step into the room you may think you are in a library due to the sheer amount of books lying around. A few are placed on the shelf but most are flung around in a haphazard fashion. It is very apparent that the young woman who lives here is not a very organized person. The large oak bed is not made, and there are several items falling out of the closet.

As you gaze around you also realize that the young woman prefers being alone. There are no pictures hanging on the walls, no phone numbers of friends. Nothing.

((shall add more later))  

[Mama Ame]

Phae finally managed to get into her room after a spirited time at trying to find her key. She quietly shut the door behind her and glanced around the half unpacked room. It would probably remain like that for most of the year. Phae was lazy and messy when it came to house keeping.

She crossed the messy floor and flopped onto her bed. She couldn't believe that she was involved in that situation. There were way to many people around for her comfort.

She couldn't handle that. Even if there wasn't a man turning into another man and girls who could do the same thing, oh and the butterfly chick. Even if they were all normal she couldn't handle it.

She headed towards her bathroom and pulled a bottle out of the cabinet. It was more of those pills. She stared at the bottle when she realized she only had half left. She'd have to order more.

She didn't need one now. They lasted for hours. She put it back and headed back into her bedroom. She fell back onto the bed and gazed at her ceiling. Stupid Fang, thinking she actually liked Lancaster. She didn't even know him. She didn't want to know him. Even if she did she couldn't. Stupid arrogant Lancaster. Him and his blue eyes and soft hands and nice smile... She continued to glare at the ceiling.  

[Mama Ame]

Eventually Phae got tired of staring at the same spot. It had nearly been an hour. She rolled to her side and clutched her pillow between her knees. The pill was starting to fade. She grunted. No. She was almost out and she needed them to get through the day. She could just sleep this off. In the morning she'd take another and she'd be fine.

She mentally kicked herself. She could still hear his voice trying to teach her the steps to the dance, and his hands trying to guide her. She sighed, finally admitting that she had enjoyed herself. But that was the last time. It couldn't happen again.