A/N: I decided to make this a multi-chaptered fic. I don't know how long it will be, probably not more than a few chapters. Fairly short chapter but the next one will be longer. Enjoy!
They're sitting in Eric's booth making disgusting cow eyes at each other. He's stroking her hand and she's looking up at him adoringly. Pam keeps feeling intense waves of love through the bond and it's making her sick.
In her annoyance, she swats a fangbanger away a little too hard and he flies into the wall. Oops. Eric shoots her a sharp look and Pam rolls her eyes before stomping off. Really, the mouthbreather deserved it. He touched her.
She's just so angry and she doesn't understand why. Pam doesn't get angry. She gets mildly annoyed, but not angry. She'd have to care about something, anything, to get angry. She hates herself for it. And she hates Sookie and Eric. Especially Eric.
Later, she's in the ladies' room re-applying her crimson lipstick when she makes the decision. It's time.
Pam places one last pair of Manolo Blahniks into her- pink- suitcase and zips it up, just in time. The sun is about to rise; she can feel it in her bones. Everything is in order and she can die for the day in peace. She takes one last look in her closet and nods: she'll send for the rest later. Climbing into her big bed, she closes the light-tight shutters with the remote. She stares up at the ceiling as the dawn claims her. She doesn't know whether to smile or cry. Instead, she settles for just being blank.
Eric isn't at Fangtasia yet. She'd sigh in relief if she had need for air. This will be much easier without him here.
She places the letter on Eric's desk, swiping away a single red tear before it falls. Think of it like a vacation, she tells herself. An extended vacation. She straightens her sweater and grabs her suitcase, sparing one last glance around her before she steps out into the unknown. He has been her home for so long, she isn't sure where to go to find a new one.
