Not Real

The night air was chilly, as most autumn nights were currently. The upside to such weather was the bright and numerous stars, leaning down so close as if to whisper to Dru's ear. What it was saying to her, she could rarely tell.
But this time it was all too clear.

"You fail. Again. You fail."

The voices were audible as she walked along, shaking her head and covering her ears. Dav didn't seem to hear them, but she did even through her hands.