The first time it happened she quietly wrote it off as simple human nature and told herself it wasn't a big deal. She didn't pause to think if it would happen again, because it definitely wouldn't. The second time it happened she tried to keep her mind blank as she quickly and efficiently found and pulled on her clothes scattered around the room. She vaguely remembers thinking "fool me twice right?" as she left without a word. The door clicking shut behind her the only goodbye given. By the third time she was cursing herself and trying not to believe it. She was confused honestly, was three enough to make it a habit, or was it still considered an accident? She found herself spending more time watching the sunlight stream through the curtains showing her the mistake she had repeated before getting up to get her clothes on. The fourth time she awoke to the now familiar feel of blue cotton sheets that were decidedly not hers under her bare skin, she has to admit she considered turning back over and going back to sleep. A groggy "San" escaping from the body beside her made the decision for her. She puffed out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding before sitting up and getting to the practiced routine from the three times before. This time however it went a lot slower and she felt like her whole body was weighed down with some unnamed force pulling her back to the sun soaked bed with the blonde. The more times it happened the longer it took her to get out of bed and leave, until one day she didn't get up and run.