She had a little fight with little Abel and now she felt so lost without him. Whenever she's out from the very haunted mansion, little Abel would always be there to accompany her. The human world felt so different without the little ghost sticking up next to her and she was regretting the little fight they had (they were fighting over the trivial of things -- Ezreal had stepped on a line of ants and didn't feel sorry for it) -- "Well sure it was easy for you, you're a ghost. Stupid Abel" She mumbled to herself, as slow and inaudible to people who walked passing her by, not caring over the fact that there were a narrow trail of tears dribbling down her face. "Stupid Abel" She repeated through another mumbling, hands were brought to wipe the evidence of frustration on her face.
Without Abel, she couldn't help but to feel so misplaced and alone. And she could feel as if she was being stared at -- every particulars of the world seemed to heighten on her and she felt scared. She needed Abel. And it wasn't long when she felt goose bump filling in her nerves; oh the joy. She knew what it was she was only human. So when ghosts were nearby, it felt different; as if a sudden chill was washing over her and she turned, finding a ghostly entity that wasn't Abel. Ezreal frowned. "You're not Abel -- "
