Okay, I'm starting a new romance/suspense type of thing. Hope you enjoy. Review if you'd like.
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"What?" The pink haired girl just stared at the girl opposite her with a look of pure confusion across her face. She'd said the word very plainly to a very plainly said, yet powerful sentence. It's not that she didn't understand the sentence, but that she didn't understand the reasoning.
"I said, it's over Vanille." Fang lets her blue eyes trail to her partner's face, then back to the floor. She stands tall as always; shoulders back, hip cocked gently to one side, hand daintily laid on her hip. But something offsets the balance of her stance. Worry? Angst? Or just pure shame?
"You..you can't be serious. Fang, we've…we've been through so much." Vanille's eyes tear up, the salty drops cloud her vision and she's forced to blink. Their relationship didn't need to be announced, it just was what it was. Always had been. Anyone could tell the connection they had. Until now.
"Vanille…" The dark haired Australian tilts her head toward the cathedral ceiling of their shared beach house.
"F-fang." The pigtailed girl sinks to her knees, as it begging the taller woman to stay. Which technically she is. "I love you." She voices the words that never really needed to be said. Their love had been timeless, unspoken, so pure no words absolutely defined it.
"Vanille." This time the darker woman said her name with more authority, as if scolding a young child who'd misbehaved.
"But why?" Is all the impish girl could manage to squeak, for she was now bawling her eyes out. She watches her tears fall to the wooden floor in anguish. She tries to search her mind for what went wrong. Anything she'd done that might of deterred Fang from their love. They'd worked out the Dajh crystallization accident together, and they became stronger than ever. But could that be it?
And why now? Last night seemed like things were picking up more than ever. They both came home from a nice dinner and laid next to each other for mere moments before Fang kissed her. After that their bodies became entwined, it was so beautiful. A bit rougher than Fang's normal style, but anything with Fang was enough for her. She loves her.
"Come on Vanille…" Fang looks at the pink haired lump on the ground. As if reading her mind, which had been something that always impressed Vanille, Fang spoke again. "Consider last night closure." A fresh burst of tears well from Vanille at the cold words. Vanille's mind raced again. What could it be?
"Fang!" Vanille screamed. "Please!"
"Vanille, don't make this more difficult than it needs to be." The curvy woman sighs into her hand.
"How am I supposed to survive?" Vanille had always depended on Fang, and she didn't need to. Because Fang was always defending her no matter what. She'd gotten used to it. They both have.
"It's not like your brand is gonna magically stretch open Vanille! It's all in the past, over, done with." Fang stretches her arms out to emphasize how obvious the world must be.
"Stop saying it's over!" Vanille screeches, covering her ears. "Just stop!"
"Fine." Fang crosses her arms and fully leans on her left leg in silent opposition. A bleak silence stretches between them, only muffled by Vanille's occasional sniffle.
"Why?" Vanille asks with hardened eyes.
"What?" Fang snaps her head to Vanille, as if she'd forgotten she was there.
"Why are you doing this?"
"People…move on." Fang finishes the sentence with difficulty.
"There has to be more than that." Vanille looks at her hands, her accented voice cracking.
"There is." Fang states bluntly. Silence fills the modernly decorated room once again. But this time it's thicker, heavier. Each passing second seems to add more weight. They stare at each other with smoldering eyes and heavy hearts. They both wait, for something, anything. Vanille's eyes narrow to slits to prevent her from blinking, as if closing her eyes for even a split second would make Fang disappear. Fang sighs again and turns for the door.
Vanille doesn't move, doesn't talk. How can she convince someone so driven to move to stay still? The door closes silently behind her. Her love, her reason for the air she breaths. The one who has always been there. With Fang, the world felt like everything all wrapped up with a pretty bow on top. The grass was greener, the flowers more fragrant.
Now everything just feels dull. The colors, the smells. Vanille feels her senses numb and her tears fall again. She had everything, and now, mysteriously, it's gone. Her love, her hope, her dream. Just walked out the door. Out of her life. Crumpled on the floor is a girl who had it all. Just lost it all.
All to nothing.
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Chapter one is done! Do tell me what you think; how's the writing style? Should I continue? Etc etc. Much love. J