Sleeping was becoming more and more of a hassle as time went by. It wasn't because of the busy city noises, normally heard all hours of the day and night, or the fact that her mattress was a little bit on the hard side. The new house was hardly a bother, if anything it was a step up from her old place, and work didn't seem to have any effect on it, other then her feet aching more than usual from walking around. None of those things were reasons enough for her staring at the ceiling most nights, though.
She was almost sure that she wasn't the only one having trouble. There were some nights when she heard footsteps making their way around the house, surely going downstairs to get something to eat or a drink. That or sleeping on the couch, which wasn't such a bad idea.
The thought of war still fresh in everyone's mind was probably the culprit, no doubt. It was something everyone seemed to step over or try not to talk about at the moment, which probably wasn't good, but it was difficult to even bring it up. If anything, Seven didn't really want to talk about it with anyone... No need to upset the others.
Tonight was no exception from the rest, sleep deciding to avoid her, leaving her counting the dots on the ceiling as some kind of entertainment. The bed beside her was empty, that she knew from an early point on in the night after she'd woken up from her sleep that could only be described as a nap. It wasn't unusual as of late, and she was pretty sure she knew the reason why her best friends seemed to be missing.
A certain dark haired instructor had caught her friend's eye, and that was that. She could try hiding it from Seven as much as she liked to, but her observational skills and ability to read people like a book didn't help the snowy haired girl at all.
Glancing at the window beside her headboard, Seven noticed it seemed to be almost sunrise. No doubt, Sice would be making her way down the hall at any second. Having to come down from the floor above their room didn't help her case at all.
Soon enough the sound of someone turning the door handle creaked through the room. Sitting up in her bed, Seven crossed her arms and looked at her best friend walking through the door, seeming to not notice that the older girl was up yet.
"Where've you been all night?" Raising a brow and choosing to ignore her questions, she stared at her friend waiting for an explanation, though she pretty much already knew the answer herself. She wanted to hear it from her first before bringing it out in the open.
This was sure to be an interesting talk.
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