[Elle calls out to him, and there's a desperation in her voice that she didn't know she could possess. She wants to follow him, she tells her damn feet to move, but they remain planted solidly to the ground. Her body won't listen. Her heart already knows that he's gone, even as her eyes stay locked on his back, his figure becoming smaller and smaller...]
Don't go...
[He's gone.]
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[They say that denial is the first stage of grief, and it's denial that descends upon Elle as she drives back to her flat, alone. Maybe he's just waiting on the balcony when I get home, she thinks, or Maybe he'll be fine, after he's cooled down. Then we can talk rationally about what had happened, and forget all about that little argument. She even opens the door to her flat, clinging onto a small spark of hope, fooling herself into thinking that she's going to see him standing there, waiting for her-
She's met with silence. Only Leeroy looks up at her, from his spot on the couch.
Her stomach sinks.]
Corvus? [She calls out fruitlessly. She closes her door and throws her purse down, she looks around the living area, moves through the kitchen. Opens the doors to her balcony. Even checks her damned bedroom.
Nothing. He left. He really did just leave me here, the thoughts penetrate her head, and she stands in the doorway of her bedroom, feeling completely and utterly numb. She can feel sadness clawing at her insides, beating down her barriers, and her effort to keep it at bay is half-hearted at best. She suddenly doesn't have the effort or the energy to pretend to be like anything other than she feels.
Leeroy brushes up against her leg, meowing. Even he senses something is wrong. Elle barely notices, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, frowning. God, she felt like she was going to cry. She was such a fool for thinking he might actually stay.
That would make the second time a man had simply waltzed out of her life, without any consideration for her own feelings. She swallows, her throat feeling tight.
For some reason, this one hurt much more than the first.]
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[Elle calls out to him, and there's a desperation in her voice that she didn't know she could possess. She wants to follow him, she tells her damn feet to move, but they remain planted solidly to the ground. Her body won't listen. Her heart already knows that he's gone, even as her eyes stay locked on his back, his figure becoming smaller and smaller...]
Don't go...
[He's gone.]
[They say that denial is the first stage of grief, and it's denial that descends upon Elle as she drives back to her flat, alone. Maybe he's just waiting on the balcony when I get home, she thinks, or Maybe he'll be fine, after he's cooled down. Then we can talk rationally about what had happened, and forget all about that little argument. She even opens the door to her flat, clinging onto a small spark of hope, fooling herself into thinking that she's going to see him standing there, waiting for her-
She's met with silence. Only Leeroy looks up at her, from his spot on the couch.
Her stomach sinks.]
Corvus? [She calls out fruitlessly. She closes her door and throws her purse down, she looks around the living area, moves through the kitchen. Opens the doors to her balcony. Even checks her damned bedroom.
Nothing. He left. He really did just leave me here, the thoughts penetrate her head, and she stands in the doorway of her bedroom, feeling completely and utterly numb. She can feel sadness clawing at her insides, beating down her barriers, and her effort to keep it at bay is half-hearted at best. She suddenly doesn't have the effort or the energy to pretend to be like anything other than she feels.
Leeroy brushes up against her leg, meowing. Even he senses something is wrong. Elle barely notices, moving to sit on the edge of her bed, frowning. God, she felt like she was going to cry. She was such a fool for thinking he might actually stay.
That would make the second time a man had simply waltzed out of her life, without any consideration for her own feelings. She swallows, her throat feeling tight.
For some reason, this one hurt much more than the first.]