Disclaimer: I don't own Vampire Academy, Richelle Mead does.
RPOV:
She lay there as he fell asleep, his words playing in her mind. She knew exactly what she had to do. She knew he didn't really love her; love isn't really. She needed to get out before it became worse. She liked him; she didn't want to hurt him, but she didn't want to be hurt either.
Once she was sure he was asleep, she carefully left the bed, and got dressed quickly, his scent and the sweat from their lo-their sex still clinging to her skin. She told herself it was because she didn't have time for a shower, but deep down she knew it was because she wanted to keep a part of him to herself just a little longer.
Quickly, and with tears in her eyes, she packed up the little she had in his house. Then, with one last look at his sleeping figure, she slipped out of the house, but not before putting a note underneath her pillow.
A/N: Oh look, it's 12:29 am! It's tomorrow! Better start updating so I don't have an angry mob of readers after me! (;
