"It's like I'm playing with fire, and I'm damn tired of getting burnt. I can't trust you, not after this." You watched her face fall, feeling triumphant.
"Vincent, please, I didn't mean—it was an accident, I didn't want for it to happen, I couldn't have stopped it," she said frantically.
"Don't give me that. You know full well you could've stopped this if you wanted to. I'm done with you wasting my time, Millicent. Go find someone else to screw over, won't you?" You moved to leave, but she caught your arm, turning you around gently.
"You know I wouldn't be able to do that. I can't—I can't leave you. We've been together—been happy—too long. I can't abandon that all now. Look, I know I shouldn't have done that, I really am sorry."
"I'm not buying it. Go find someone who'll believe your stories, why don't you?"
She shut her eyes for a fraction of a second, as though trying to compose herself. "I'm sorry, there's no other way. Obliviate."
You felt a strange, tingling sensation briefly, but then it was gone. "Millicent," you murmured, noticing her before you. "Where've you been? I've missed you," you said, pulling her into a tight hug. You generally didn't show much affection for her, assuming she knew that while you were together, that would be plenty of work for you to put in. She was more of a romantic than you were, anyway.
"Are we still on for our date tonight?" she asked warily. You weren't fond of the term "date," but nodded.
"Back to the good ol' days, then? Good. Looks like you're stuck with me. I suppose sometimes, all you need is a bit of magic," she muttered under her breath before taking your hand and leading you out the door.
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For the Valentine Drabble Collection Competition (pairing: Crabbe/Millicent, prompt: stuck) and the Represent that Character Challenge.