Author's Note: Short little drabble of Lady. Inspired by The Beatles' She's Leaving Home. Kinda obvious once you read it. ;)

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Lady tip-toed down the stairs, jumping over the last step since it creaked loudly. She quickly took in the surroundings and glanced down at her watch. It was much too early for anyone else to be awake. She made her way to the kitchen and stealthily unlocked the backdoor before stepping outside and re-locking it.

Halfway across the backyard, Lady turned and gazed at the shop she had called home for so long. A pang of guilt and loneliness welled up within her chest before she quelled it. The sun rose and glinted off the upstairs windows as tears pooled in her eyes. She quickly wiped them away. Turning to leave, she sent a silent good luck to those still sleeping inside.

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