Nepeta sighed deeply, a frown tugging at the edges of her chapped and neglected lips. Today marked Nepeta's 8th sweep. The dream bubbles had long since been passed by her friends as they made their way towards the scratch. Towards a new life and a new universe without her. Her calloused hands dragged along the wall beside her as she made her way towards her echo of a hive, her walk slow and unwilling.
The green coated troll's mind began to wander as she made her way up a long fleight of seemingly endless stairs. Do they miss me? Do they think of me? Does he think of me? She frowned deeper. Of course he wouldn't be thinking of her. He'd never remember her wriggling day, much less want to celebrate it or, to that extent, her.
She stopped as a tear that she hadn't realized she'd formed began slipping down her pale green cheeks. She shouldn't be thinking about him again, she thought she'd gotten over her silly little flushcrush ages ago. yet, every time she'd think of him either her mind a