Ruby was miserable. She hadn't meant to hurt Cinder like she did. It was a heat of the moment thing. She had just killed her friend. I mean, you can't blame her. Ruby still loved Cinder though and nothing could change that. Ruby just hoped that Cinder still loved her back.
The room was ornate. The bed was modeled after a Victorian era bed, it was something a noble would sleep on. There was a balcony overlooking the fields of Grimm and to access it you needed to go under these beautiful arches. The moon shown bright on this particular summer night. The woman was weary from a long day but she was still restless. Her voice was gone, her face was scarred, her eye was forever blinded, and yet she held no rage towards the woman who did the act. She had such a strong relationship with this woman before she started the attack. She spent every waking moment with her, she fell asleep with her. She'd seen her naked in the moonlight. Yet, still, she was hurt by her. Both physically and mentally. She knew, however, that it was her fault. She shouldn't have done what she did, and as a result the woman she loved probably despised her. That hurt more than her eye did. That hurt more than any sword could. She knew it was her fault, and that was the worst part of all. She was not blameless. She was at fault. She started to cry again, it was her fault. It was her fault. It was her fault.
Ruby made her way back to camp, she had went out to gather firewood and managed to find a good bundle of sticks. Dropping the sticks next to the dying fire, Ruby fell to the ground and stared at the stars. Was her beloved also starting at the stars? The flames hurt, they reminded her of the times she and her dearest spent time laying by a fire out in Forever Fall. In retrospect Ruby knew why they were there, but she still didn't care. She treasured those moments, but she knew that there was no way she could go back to them. She knew that no matter what that her beloved could never love her, not after what she had done. Love was unbefitting of people like her, Ruby came to the conclusion. She could never be loved by anyone else, she was a monster after all. No one becomes a hunter and stays as human as they were. It was only a matter of time before she hurt her dearest.
The flames danced as if there were two.
"That's us," Cinder said, cradling her younger lover.
"A dance of two fiery and passionate women," Ruby said, biting her lips and looking into Cinder's eyes.
"You're such a poetic girl,"
"You pick up some things when you read, my love,"
Cinder laughed softly and kissed her love, "I'm sure you do. I am sure you do,"
Ruby was like a little Claire Dane. Ruby was her everything. Cinder pulled her beloved closer, "I'll protect you Ruby, no matter what. I'll protect you, and when we are apart I want you to remember me, I want you to take this," Cinder handed Ruby a small locket. Inside was a picture of the two of them, taken on their first date.
"I love you, Cinder, and I always will,"
"I love you too, my Petal, I always will,"
"Cinder, you and I both know your irrational attachment to that girl, the one with the silver eyes. You and I both know that this cannot continue. If you wish to serve me, you must purge yourself of all these emotions, and this 'love' has to be the first to go. As such, I have dispatched a friend of ours to kill her,"
I recoiled. How could she do this? Why is this happening so sudden? How did she know? I had to stop this. I had to! I had to, I had to, I had to. Even if she didn't love me, I could not let her die. I was going to save her. I would, save her. I'm coming.