(Adagios pov)
It was a Friday
I sat Down on my seats and lifted up my tablet waiting for the recording to start
It did but something was different
She sounded more worried
"I might not be able to send you a message tommorows, it's been a bad night for me"
I heard banging form the recording
The same banging that happens when you slam the door on foxy
Then the call cut out with a screech
I started feeling liquid fall from my eyes
Why was I crying?
She and her friends ruined our lives
Why do I care about her?
Why am I worried?
I didn't have an answer to any of them
I just do