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The air was chill, the park was lonely, it was a bit too early to get to work having bad dreams were the cause of it. The young woman walked around to make some time, touching the leaves of bushes as she went by, she stopped only when she had a tingling sensation running through her veins. 

As she inhaled deeply her racing heart relaxed and so did her muscles. However there it was another awfully familiar sensation, since a few weeks she’d been feeling strangely observed. Though she had no proof she took yet another breath, “May I help you with something?” she asked before turning back towards what she guessed would be a newcomer.

By now, Silvia was more or less familiarized with the streets of Fabletown. The town had a welcoming atmosphere, after all. It was easy to believe that this had been her home, or that it would be home now. It felt right, even if she often felt incomplete. Even after finding Julia again - which rocked her whole world, but in the best possible way, making everything fall into place - there was still something missing, or someone.

For whatever reason, that feeling always became more intense when she passed by the Gem Hut. She had never entered the store - it was not like she had enough money to buy anything from there - but, looking at shop windows, she couldn’t help but feel like there was a connection there, a hidden meaning that she really, really should remember.

Her hand unconsciously touched the ruby necklace under her sweater. It was the only personal belonging she had with her upon waking up in the hospital, and she was still no idea what it meant, but it had to be important. She kept it on all the time, hidden but close. The gem, shaped like a heart, made her own heart ache, as if it was a souvenir given by a very important person.

She was just no idea who that was. She walked closer to the store window, the shiny stones catching her eyes. She could name all of them, somehow, noticing the different shades of a garnet and a ruby like hers. “How do I even know this things?” She said to herself, more confused by each random thing she could identify about the gems.

There was something about rain that gave him comfort. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. Maybe it reminded him of the days that he wasn’t forced to come out of his room and go out to parties and pretend to be a perfect family. Maybe it was the fact the streets were more empty, leaving them more quiet, nothing disturbing the peace besides the sound of the heavy droplets of rain falling down. Maybe he was just a gloomy day type of man. He didn’t know. But it didn’t matter, since those days there were few things that brought him as much peace as a rainy day did. And — as his experience went — when you started questioning them too much, they tended to disappear from his life.

Even the bars seemed to quiet down, the people seemingly wanting to stay in the comfort of his own lives rather than to face the storm outside. Which meant it was the perfect day to have a drink. The Watering Hole was his choice for tonight, Hades’ Lair being too loud for his tastes. He already spent half of his working there either way, spying on the unfaithful husbands’ by request of their suspecting wives. 

He entered the bar, somewhat satisfied to see that his assumption was right. It certainly wasn’t empty but not as noisy as per their usual days. Haziel hated loud. Loud everything. Loud colours, loud sounds, loud people. Everything was so goddamn loud those days. He sat at the counter, signaling the bartender. He didn’t need to speak, as he always drank the same. Whisky on the rocks.