Strangers
#25 of the 100 Writing Prompts
Disclaimer: I do not own "Vampire Knight"
Warning: This will contain spoilers up to Chapter 37.
It wasn't just a door that separated them anymore. It was blood and history and prejudice and misunderstandings and his gun that separated them now. So, try as she might, she couldn't make her fist go any farther; she couldn't make herself knock on his door.
She might have expected his reaction, but the final strands of the happy dream had yet to be cleared away. It wasn't like too much had changed between them, right? They were still friends, still close? That couldn't all be wiped clean in the span of a single night.
But this is what it had come down to.
They were strangers now.
Those four years were gone, blown away in the wind. It would seem they meant little to him now, and she should try and think the same.
But she couldn't let go. She wouldn't forget what he meant to her, what he had always meant to her. She would mourn their loss.
If it was something she could only cry about in her heart, it was almost like a sin.
A/N: The last line is directly from Chapter 37.
My updating abilities for the next week are in severe question. I'm going to the middle of nowhere (see- Saskatchewan) tomorrow, and I doubt my ability to access the internet there, so... if I don't update for a week, that's why.