I knew it couldn't last, he was a Noah and I was a Bookman heir playing exorcist. Yet, when he called me his rabbit or when he kissed me softly, yet so full of passion, I couldn't help but delude myself into thinking maybe there was something more to us than just sex.
"Leave," he tells me softly, yet I can hear the command in his voice.
I can feel the stinging sensation of tears in my eye, but years of training kept them from flowing. He was facing away from me and didn't turn to look at me when I froze in shock. I felt like my feet were glued to the ground, I couldn't move.
I pulled my headband down to my neck, hoping my hair would obscure the painfully obvious hurt on my face. Clenching my fists tightly I found my voice "Fine, since this clearly meant nothing to you," I turned on my heel and walked out of the hotel room and then out of the hotel altogether. I walked down the street with my head down, finally I turned into an alley. Finding solitude in the shadows I sat with my head between my knees and allowed myself, just this once, to break down.
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I had said it quietly but I knew he had heard me, I could picture the expression that went with his almost inaudible gasp. I couldn't turn to face him, knowing full well I couldn't put on the facade necessary to fool him.
"Fine, since this clearly meant nothing to you," he said, not bothering to disguise the bitterness in his voice. I tried and failed to swallow around the lump in my throat. I heard him leave and I let out a shaky breath I hadn't known I was holding. After a moment of silence, I finally crumbled to my knees, pressing my forehead to the carpet of my hotel room. I hated myself, but I knew I had to do it. I heard a door open and Road was before me, the decorative, trans-dimensional door still behind her.
"Tyki-" she started, her voice riddled with sympathy
"Don't." I stopped her. I got up and turned to face my niece. She looked me squarely in the eye.
"You did the right thing, you know what would have happened if the Earl had found out..."
A/N: Okay so that was terribly short, even by my standards. But I was listening to one of my favorite Seether songs and I was inspired to write this angsty little drabble. I do not own D. Gray-man or World Falls Away. They belong to Katsura Hoshino and Seether respectively.