Gehenna's Gate

Granite

"Patch, I think I'm actually dating someone." Vena had been sprawled out like a starfish on her bed for quite a while after returning home and showering.

Mostly, her brain had been trying to recall and come to terms with everything that had happened in the last few weeks, and it was proving to sound even more absurd when spoken aloud.

"And I died. At least for a few minutes."

Maooooo.

Patch had been seated on her stomach in the form of a perfect loaf, each limb folded perfectly to allow him to be a pristine black fuzzy oval.

Slowly, he'd blink at her, listening intently to anything and everything she had to say, clearly missing her company.

"And Kazuha is a fallen angel too, by the way."

Maooo.

"I don't really know how I feel about that one yet." Vena's brow furrowed sadly, too many emotions blurring into one tangled ball, far too much to be able to pick apart right now.

"Also apparently out of most of the hybrids, my blood is mostly angel blood... So I'm like special or something." Vena made awkward hand movements with the word "special."

"But I don't feel special. I don't want to be, either..." The girl huffed, exhaustion clouding not only her mind but her soul as well.

Unlike most people who desired to be special, or do something big with their lives, Vena just wanted one simple thing out of life.

Happiness.

Most of her life, she could recall how often that exact thought had come into her mind. She'd always just wanted to be happy, and be surrounded by the people who made her happy. Full of the things that she enjoyed.

And that dream had faded fast after her dad passed, and even more with each passing day. She struggled to remind herself of the things that brought her happiness.

She would be content living a normal life, with average experiences as long as she was happy while doing it. What did happiness even mean for her anymore? It was different for everyone, but it was something she'd lost sight of recently, and she decided it was time to reevaluate.

The purring feline sitting on her abdomen was definitely a source of happiness in her life.

Yet, when she attempted to reach further, she continued hitting a mental wall. Maybe it was overstimulation, or her mind still trying to digest all that had happened, but it was frustrating either way.

Amethyst brows furrowed as her fingers continued scratching behind Patch's ears, unable to continue that current train of thought no matter how hard she tried.

Shortly after, she'd given up, simply exhaling in defeat and choosing to brain storm on a different topic for now instead. Surely her mind would become less cloudy and hazy after taking some time to get used to all the changes going on lately. Some things were drastic, and it would take time.

"I may have a crush on a murderer, speaking of." Vena continued lowly filling in the void-colored feline about her recent experiences, almost as if he was her silent personal therapist. It didn't matter much to her if he didn't have much to say, it usually relieved some tension by just saying the words out loud.

It made it all the more real. Like it wasn't just in her head or a wicked fantasy, something her overactive imagination had just cooked up.

As always, Patch's eyes met her own, his only response to slowly blink on at the girl with every sentence she spoke.