As the remaining patients filed off to the four corners of the earth, Eve watched one in particular as she fled. Her eyes lingered on Miku for a moment too long, lost in a quiet reflection until Amy's cleared throat jarred the sullen girl back to reality once more.<br/><br/>"Will you be attending your private session today, Miss Evangeline?" Amy smiled that same smile she always gave, a tired but well-meaning one that Evangeline was so accustomed to seeing on her therapists nowadays. It almost made her wonder if she wasn't the one putting it there.<br/>Almost.<br/><br/>"Probably not. Do I have a choice?" Quirking one eyebrow, Eve rose from her seat and lingered by the doorway, half in, half out, half gone yet not.<br/>"You always have a choice." Amy replied, not missing a beat.<br/>"Then I choose to decline. If my family gets to pretend that all is well with the world and those within it, then so too shall I. It seems like a fun game anyhow."<br/>"Perhaps if you tried a little harder to see things from their point of view, you'd get along better."<br/>"Don't be silly, Amy. You can't see through bricks." Eve shrugged and walked off, leaving the hopeful therapist behind, no doubt looking all the world like a worried old nan, wringing hands and all.<br/><br/><hr/>"I need a ride home." Eve announced to her mother, managing to get a call through with the office's shoddy reception dropping her bars down to one or two at best.<br/>"Well, you're just going to have to wait. Your father has the car, dear. Did you think he was going to walk to Golf?"<br/>"He said you'd come get me." Eve replied, recalling her fathers disgruntled tone and feeling twice as annoyed for it.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry if<em>he</em>made you a promises he intended<em>me</em>to keep but I have no means of transportation. What do you want me to do about it? Why don't you just ask a friend for a ride?"<br/>"Friends? Yeah. I have lots of those. Loads even. Like, twenty. On hand, at all times. All with cars. And horses too, y'know, for backup."<br/>"Well good, just call one and they'll bring you home." Her mother replied, clearly preoccupied with another task at hand and only having half-heard the conversation to begin with.<br/><br/>"Mom, I was being sarcastic! What friends would I have here? We just moved!"<br/>"Well, can't you ask that Doctor for a ride? Amelia Kemp-whatzit?"<br/>"Amy? You want me to ask Amy for a ride? No. Pass. Thanks. Look, I'll just take the bus home. Don't wait up."<br/>"Fine, I don't care." Her mother replied as calmly and casually as if Eve had suggested they get taco's for lunch.<br/>"Yeah, I noticed." Eve snapped, barely able to contain her frustration.<br/>"I'm<em>busy,</em>Eve! I'll see you when you get back." Obviously vexed, Eve's mother ended the call without so much as a goodbye, leaving Eve's teeth grating with annoyance.<br/><br/>Shoving her cell phone back into the depths of her pockets, Evangeline groaned in frustration. Taking the bus alone in the middle of the evening wasn't really her idea of a good time. Still, what choice did she have?<br/>She supposed she could linger around for a bit, maybe catch one of those stupid optional group sessions all the other lot had sauntered off to. Maybe team up with someone else riding the bus later?<br/><br/>"Well... I guess it's worth a shot... Maybe I won't have to go in. Maybe I can just sit outside and sulk." Eve paced awkwardly in the halls, sidestepping a small group of passing patients and a duo of Doctors as she did, each giving her a semi-worried, quizzical expression as they went along their ways.<br/><br/>With an exasperated sigh, Eve trudged her way towards the office of Doctor Gardner, where she found a small circle of patients sitting around being weepy and needy as usual.<br/>Seeing that girl again, Miku, the one she'd upset earlier, made Eve give pause for thought.<br/><br/>For a fleeting moment, Eve half-wondered if maybe she was just broken. Maybe the reason she didn't care, didn't<em>want</em>to care, was because there was something fundamentally wrong with her inner workings. Maybe she was just a little clockwork doll, it's gears all turned awry, something stuck and a cog's gone lost, leaving her twitching, but otherwise junked.<br/>Maybe other people, people like Amy, people like Miku, maybe they deserved something more than her dismissive stare and ice for words.<br/>But then, Eve never much cared for what other people thought.<br/><br/>Pushing those feelings back down into the depths from whence they arose, Eve plopped herself down outside the door and stared off into the distance, effectively jamming yet another metaphorical cog in the way of her gears, assuring her broken doll self that it would not be repaired. At least, not today.