You finally reach your doorstep, and your so tired that you've had to stop flying and are now just dragging your feet forward with as much strength as you can muster.
You can't even be bothered to open the door, so you just drop down, back against the door.
You can't keep doing this, leaving without notice for unknown amounts of time. If you want to commit to her, you must be solid, reliable. But that was never one of your traits.
She doesn't question you, wait on you like a mother waiting for her daughter who's past her curfew. She just let's it happen, let's you be the wild horse you are. But she doesn't reveal too much, because she can't be this weak little toy you use when you want to, but sometimes stop playing with it without warning. She knows that's what you do, and she can't become the toy. You know she'll only be vulnerable when your willing to be, when you'll let her run along side you, the wild horse.
The only moments of vulnerability are whispers under the covers, buried deep, not to be discussed.
Your world just burns too fast, you can't stay one place and face the mistakes you've made. You can't face the memories. So you leave. But they're aren't enough new places to go for a thousand year old vampire.
She's the only reason you maintain any sort of permanency here. But you still need to escape sometimes.
You need to stay with her if you truly want to be with her.
"Hello." a sweet feminine voice calls from above.
She's standing above you, long pink hair hanging over her shoulders.
"Where've you been?" she asks.
It's not a command, not in an irritated tone, just a curious polite question.
"Fire Kingdom." you answer simply.
"I've missed you." she says.
Of course, people only truly appreciate you when your gone.