Jade eyes stared at the front door of their home, her gaze lingering over the spot Vanille had been at not even a moment before. Fang couldn't have budged if she had wanted to, due to the last three words thrown at her in anger. "Why…?" Was the only word she could choke out, as her throat and mouth had gone completely dry. The pulsian slowly sunk down to her knees, bringing them up against her chest tightly as that single thought rang in her mind. "Why Vanille...?" How come the girl couldn't see how much she meant to her? Fang had always been happy being with Vanille everyday since they met, and would have never left her side. So why had this suddenly been the last straw?
"…What did I do, 'Nille… I was only tryin' to protect ya like always.." She murmured to herself, while burying her tanned face into her knees. The pain in her chest only grew over the matter of minutes that passed, with ears yearning to hear that voice calling her name once more, or those pale arms pulling her into a hug. But neither came, and it dawned on her that Vanille was really gone. And worse of all, she hated her now. Just that thought alone made tears sting the corners of her eyes, and it didn't take long before there were steady streams falling down the sides of her cheeks. "Come back…"
Vanille wasn't sure how far she had run, but she didn't stop, not even as the grass grew higher and whipped across her bare skin. Tears streamed down the young Oerbian's face and were lost in the wind as she ran, her ankle screaming at her and her head feeling fit to burst- but the pain in her chest, in her heart, was what hurt the very most.
Dammit, Fang! Her thoughts swore, flaming locks having long since fallen from their pigtails as she threw a nearly hopeful glance over her shoulder, having sworn she had heard something, and feeling almost ill at the emptiness behind her. Secretly she wanted to hear the taller woman's voice calling after her- for her long, swift strides to give chase and catch up to her. Deep down she all but hoped to be tackled down and forced to listen; to be pulled into a tight embrace in those tan arms and for them both to yell or to cry or to do whatever the hell they would need to do.
And she stopped, and everything suddenly hurt. Fang hadn't come after her. She hadn't cared that she had left.
Vanille let out a mangled sob, anger being rivaled only by sadness as she crumpled down to meet the cool earth. Or she'd hurt her. With such strong words, especially said so fiercely. And the red head wasn't even sure if she'd meant it, almost 100 percent sure against it.
"Dammit," She muttered softly, repeating it several times as she realized just how much she probably had hurt her. Standing weakly she tried to breathe around her tears, walking again, having to fight as the grass resisted her and her small stature. Suddenly she was on edge. A howl ripped through the night and Vanille jumped, whirling to see the long hair and sharp teeth of a Silver Lobo, and caught all of its jagged claws across and down the soft skin of her torso, and down the top of her thigh, forced back to the earth with a sharp sound of impact and a shocked, stacatto sound of pain.
Vanille screamed.
