She was just so tired.

She wants to end the suffering they were feeling, but it seems as if everything she did, something always goes wrong. Too nice, someone suffers because they're not as nice. Too mean, someone suffers from how mean she is. She didn't want this; she wanted a normal life. She wanted life with no stress. She didn't want to think about anything but moving on and moving forward.

She just wants to shut down and rest.

And it was why she found herself in a nondescript bar four blocks away from her apartment. It was filled with smoke and it wasn't something she appreciated; but who was she to complain? They were all here for something. Or maybe nothing. Maybe we all just want to fade away into nothing, she thought. And then the hairs on the back of her neck rose.

She looked behind her, breath catching when she caught sight of the damn black cat with the different-coloured eyes again. She turned back hastily, trying to slow down her heart rate, pretending she didn't notice the cat at all. She just wanted to get away for a while because she was tired.

Why can't they understand that?

Taking another swig of her drink, the lights dimmed further and she was close to having a mental breakdown. In public. The sound of heavy boots could be heard, and she just knew who came with the cat.

Please leave me alone, please leave me alone, please leave me alone, she continued to chant in her head, keeping it down and trying to hide from the world.

The cat stopped at her table and she couldn't help the curse that came out of her mouth. She had no escape and there was no way she was getting out of this at this moment in time.

Nothing escapes them, after all.