Limerence
Noun. Compulsory longing for another person.
It was foolish. His entire plan was foolish. It wasn't even a plan, really, it was a feeling, a hot burn in his gut and an itching in the ink settled just below the skin of his wrist and a tugging in his chest that kept his feet plodding against the worn trail away from his duty and towards...something. A promise, a hope, a whisper of a person not ready to give in to grieving, right before he had to give in to three other people's thoughts and feelings. He'd be forgotten. They'd both be forgotten.
Vio had made a run for it as soon as the others weren't looking. Blue and Green had been fighting over Zelda, Red talking to their father. They were so loud, and it was too easy to slip to the entrance of the Sanctuary, and then slip out, and then he was- well, he wasn't free because there was nothing he needed to be free from, but he ran regardless, as fast as his legs could carry him, pack thumping rhythmically and heavily against his back. It almost hurt, but the pain focused him, helped him keep a steady pace so that he wouldn't tire as fast; thus, he was grateful for it.
It took about five minutes before he heard the muffled shouting- he was glad he couldn't hear what they were saying, although he figured they were calling for him. Had he been closer, his resolve would have broken- he would have run back, pretended it was a prank, regretted leaving, regretted staying, regretted regretted regretted. Hell, he was regretting now- or at least he was trying to, underneath the rest of his warring emotions.
Better not to think, Vio thought, better not to feel, better just to run until the next town, until I get a horse, until I have the breath to plan this out. Or at least plan this out more than it has already been planned, which it hasn't.
He was foolish.
He watched him fade away.
He was running towards him anyway.