They had retreated to their rooms at two in the morning. She had gone to bed immediately, but she hadn’t been able to get to sleep right away and had stared into the dark void. She just hadn’t felt at ease. The events of the day had brought up bad memories which had coiled themselves around her mind and wouldn’t let go. Ellery, Van, Poe, Agatha, Leroux and Carr. It wasn’t as if she didn’t like these six. In fact, for the most part, she felt something akin to affection for all of them, even Carr. The one for whom she didn’t feel affection was none other than the person who was with them: herself. Usually, when she experienced something depressing she could find salvation simply by going back to her boarding home, to her own room. She needed only to flee to her own little world. She could imagine everything she wanted there and steep herself in that world. There she would have her best friends, her ideal lover and even people who worshipped her no matter what.
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