Vulmaro had always been the therapist friend. They were always there if someone had a rough experience at home or even just got bullied at school. They didn’t like to admit it yet they also needed somewhere to let out problems.

One day, they were walking home from school after comforting some of their friends. They had also had a bad day. The ravenette was walking down the street, books in their hands and some other things in their bag.

The horses passed by on the nearby assigned spots. The flower shaped pond on the gravel road home glistened and shined. Everything seemed so nice.

The eighteen year old, in the poor part of town, was tripped. Perhaps some starving kids that wanted food. They found it unfair how the poor couldn’t have any food. This just made them more upset, running into an alley and just crying. They held it in far too long.