Twelve

Madonna could seen walking in the dark night to wherever her legs continues to lead her. Her arms were wrapped so tightly around herself, eyes snapping sideways occasionally for any danger as she took each steps. Her legs are starting to ache; it got so intense beyond compare that she made a stop by the roadside.

"Jeez, this hurts." she told herself, crouching down to the floor and slipping her heels off her foots. Taking the heels under her arm, she straightened up as her legs met with the cold, bare tarred road.

She was about continuing her work but stayed rooted on the spot. Is there even a need for her to keep walking without even a particular whereabout? It's been an hour now but yet, she was still wandering in the dark night.

Had she known the way back to the palace, she would have been there on this while. Geneva whom she could have asked for help on his exit out of the store completely snubbed her and drove away. Now she's all left in this scaredy situation, in between danger