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WHO: Wrath and Open
WHAT: Sad Sin
WHEN: Wednesday night
WHERE: Park
WARNINGS: It's a sin, but really that's up to whomever replies



It was a bad day, but Wrath wasn't filled with rage. Instead of burning anger, all Wrath felt was an overwhelming sense of self-loathing and she knew if she didn't get herself out of the apartment, she was going to do something stupid. That was always annoying because George made such a big deal about it; whining on about how she could get an infection like it mattered. She really did love that he cared, but she would never admit that to anyone except him.

She set out from the apartment she kept with Sloth, and headed into the city. It was evening when she started and for hours she just wandered. Eventually she found her way into a park, though she had no idea which park it was or even what burough she was in. It didn't matter. All that mattered was she wanted to die just a little bit less.

Considering that a triumph, she took a seat on a park bench and decided to just relax before she started the long walk home.