Aboli wasn't quite sure where her brain was at lately.

Was it here? Was it there at all? She didn't quite know how to explain her emotions, which was no help at all when one's mother was a therapist. She couldn't even...talk face to face with her to try to figure things out. All she knew was that she felt like a walking soul most days. Running through the motions. Enjoying small moments of happiness, but for the most part, Aboli felt... lonely.

Truly lonely.

She was surrounded by friends, mostly, but perhaps she had made the wrong decision in talking with Noah about her feelings. And she certainly missed having someone clinically logical to talk to, like Valencia. Maybe she needed Royse....

Hmm.

She sat on the bridge, leaning over the railing and peering into the depths below. Maybe turning 17 was just a difficult year. Becoming a real woman and all...an adult woman.