Lee stood at the kitchen sink for what felt like an eternity before she had gathered up the courage to even shut off the water. Water had been pouring out over her full water bottle for a few minutes now. She reached up her hand and shut off the water, reaching with a free and wet hand she grabbed a towel to wipe off the excess water from the outside of the bottle. Lee wiped her hands on her pants and closed the bottle up before grabbing the dryer sheets again. She turned on her heels and headed out of the kitchen, headed towards the basement.<br/><br/>As she opened the cellar door, she noticed the light was still on. She scoffed it to her and Charlie forgetting to shut it off after running up stairs earlier. Slowly she proceeded down the steps with a stubborn sounding gate, clearly walking with her heels. The basement floor was cushy, and it greeted her feet. Lee loved the basement when she was alone. Growing up, she had a playroom in her parents basement, it was the only area that was ever carpeted. Many fond memories of playing house, playing mom to a bunch of dolls or playing with Littlest Pet Shop toys and pretending her Barbie was a Veterinarian. She sighed softly zoning over childhood memories and she idly moved over to the laundry room. As soon as she hit the cement by the washer and dryer, her toes curled and she shivered silently.<br/><br/>Looking over the room, she noticed Charlie's basket was gone, and she shrugged it off in her mind. She assumed Charlie grabbed it and went to fold her laundry in her room. Placing her dryer sheets in her empty basket, she retrieved one, opened the dryer and threw it in. Opening the washer she pulled out her whites, consisting mostly of undershirts, tank tops, and underwear, and threw them carefully into the dryer. Carefully she checked the lint trap, mainly because of habit (her mother was horrible about cleaning it with every load) and found it was empty. She smiled, it was nice to be in a place where people were concerned with dryer fires.<br/><br/>Suddenly, after closing the dryer, metal clinking caught her noise. Lee froze.<em>'Did something come through the gate? No... they have to be summoned first.'</em>she thought as she began sneaking her way to the noise. To her surprise, it seemed that as Lee walked downstairs she had passed by Charlie, and there she was painting? As she looked closer it was apparent Charlie had been crying, as well as she had painted over the chalk with white house paint. She walked over silently as she watched Charlie reach for the can of black paint.<br/><br/>"Planning on making this a permanent fix?" she softly asked. She half expected to scare her sister but she continued, a sadness on her face. "I'm sorry about earlier. I lost it, and I didn't mean to leave you alone like that. I'm a coward. I also hope I haven't hurt your feelings, you know it's the last thing I would have wanted to come from this. I only hoped... that maybe we could end up happy from this. Possibly bring someone meant for at least one of us. I would have given anything for one of those last two people who came through, to be for you..." Lee paused and crouched down, picking up the white paint brush Charlie put down. Slowly the dark haired girl began refining the lines, making edges cleaner and sharper, making the writing more defined than it ever was in chalk.<br/><br/>"Love is stupid... I... wished for years it could be this easy to find the person you were meant to be with, and now here it is, but also this huge mess. I don't know whether to give up and let things be... or keep trying like I usually do. Go head first and charge along like a bull on a warpath, not stopping until I meet my destination..." Lee spoke in a gentle tone, as she preformed tiny and precise brush strokes.<br/><br/>"When I was in my room, I gave it a lot of thought, and I figured, if it was okay with everyone, and we fixed this again... that we should try..." Lee couldn't even believe the words coming from her mouth at the moment, because the thinking that had been done in her room was a learning period. She had learned that maybe not to withhold information from others, especially with something this huge, but it had also been a chance sooo great that it almost had to be done. "But... this kind of thing isn't up to the mind of one person... not if it involves everyone." She finished, her last brush stroke carefully adding a fine tip to a triangular shape in the circle. Lee may have sounded calm, but her emotions were almost completely gone, all that was left in her numb state was rational thinking. It was common for her to explode like earlier, retreat for some period of thinking and to come out numb but renewed. Sometimes if it was a particularly bad sort of explosion of emotion, she would slip into an almost comatose numb state. Couple it with a few bad times of depression and it had led Lee to cut on a few occasions, but after seeking help, all that remain was the thought of needing pain.