The (h/c) didn't notice she was holding in till she left the forsaken house , tears started to fall down her pink cheeks as she ran. To nowhere particular . Nowhere. 'At least it couldn't get any worse.' Or so she thought when the sky turn grey, droplets after droplets fell from the sky , hitting her damp face mercilessly.
The old phone rang throughout the house. It deafening noise waking a certain grumpy Brit. The blonde groggily got up from his bed and went for the phone, snatching it from its holder, not caring if he broke it on the way.
" Ello..Alistor ? ...what do you want? I don't have time for your stupid ranting..(Name)? Yes, I understand. I'll be there in a heartbeat ." He suddenly felt awake when hearing her name. Apparently, the poor girl had decide to chunk down her sadness with alcohol. Not a very good decision.