An hour later, Milla climbed up the stairs noticing Ray sat quietly next to the handlebar, weeping. She held Ray, by the arms and gently sniffed Ray's berry scented, jet black hair which tied to a pony tail. She pressed her porcelain skin against Ray's.

"What is it, dear?" asked Milla.

"Away you go, you spoiled brat!" Ray snorted coldly. "It is disgust them to see you mingle round with me."

"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," grunted Milla sweetly. "What have that old Martha Grey do with your self-affiliation? I still love you, Ray. I want to celebrate this with you alone."

"Foolish, foolish little girl," Ray gaped at her. "You know quite well what has happen in this dormitory. Lily thinks I'm a strange girl and Sue would adjourn to somewhere else whenever she sensed my presence. And Mam'zelle Lou even has special voice for me with a special smile when I came up to her with a bunch of cheap-looking flowers."

"Hush, my love. Mam'zelle likes you very much. Think of me if you won't think of yourself. What would I do without you? And if you have solemn look in your eyes, you would hurt me too. But, you know, I want to take you out of here. Maybe in Chicago, maybe in New York. We could be free from this misery, you and me. Come with me, Ray. Come with me."

"You are deceitful!" Ray snarled, jumped her embrace, "such idiotic of me to believe that everyone would love me as much as the same, I do not wish to go near you."

"Ray!" Milla grasped her by the wrist.

She was stronger than she looks, that Ray struggled to release. Oblivious to the staircase that leads downstairs next to them, she pushed Milla towards it. She fell helplessly, crushing to the floor and Ray gasped in horror as she heard screams of other girls downstairs, witnessed Milla's body, unmoved. Milla's eyes were fixed onto hers.