swordofdemacia
After having texted Gerome, she lets out a long sigh. Back plopping right onto the bed of her room. The covers meshing along her figure as she wiggles slightly finding comfort in the confinements of her room. The 'lamp' across her room turned on and frankly for the most part, stayed on through out the day . Especially at night, where she refused to sleep without it on. Thoughts fumble around her mind and she finds herself groaning. How she wished she could keep herself up to date on the things going on. A sorrowful sigh, her phone in hand. Who was it that she hadn't spoken to in a while, their friendship having dwindled and who she appreciated. Recalling such a certain individual she squeaks to herself, perching herself up on her elbows and pulling out the phone once more. Tapping away at the screen.
To: Garen From: Noire Garen, it's been a while. Are you doing well? There is this ball coming Jup. I hope you intend on goign it'd be great to see you on a lighter note. ∠ Not that we can't catch up sooner!! 9:10pm








