Well, plot bunnies went on a rampage and decided that the plot I had in mind wasn't the one for this story. Said plot bunnies have now rewritten my plot.
Disclaimer: Still no change in ownership
She looked at the spare key in her hand as she leaned against her car, then forced her gaze to the building in front of her. Dainty hand clenched the key and she steeled herself as she felt tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. A part of her supposed that this was a long time in coming, that this was something that she should have expected. But another part of her was wondering if this was even right, if what she was about to do was wrong for them both. She shook her head, ignoring the latter part of her. Those thoughts weren't exactly conducive to her current state of mind.
Checking her car door and satisfied that it was lock, she pushed herself off of it and made her way inside the apartment complex. She ignored the lushness of the building, used to having the knowledge that one room alone was worth four times her own home. A slim digit pressed the elevator call button and moments later, selected her desired floor. The ride upwards had her fingers twitching against each other, nervousness filling her body. A glance at her watch only served as a reminder of what she was missing tonight.
He had invited her to have dinner with his family tonight, the first time in eight months. If she were completely honest with herself, she would have admitted that his request had scared her, had sent her mind reeling and wanting to separate herself from him. The reason for that though was something that was buried so deep in her subconscious that it would more than likely never come to light. The elevator rang as the doors slid open and she stepped out on to his floor, the one she had been to so many times, the one place in the city that she knew like the back of her hand.
Silent steps carried her down the hallway to his penthouse suite and she paused at his doorway, fingers still twiddling in her nervousness. She could still feel the edges of the key pressing into the tender flesh of her palm. Carefully, she unclenched her hand just enough to place the key into the lock. With a turn, she would change everything that had happened. With that one turn of the key, she would make the one choice that would affect her... and him, Blaise.
Eyes closed, she bit her lip and turned the key, forcing away the already developing feelings of regret and guilt. She gently pushed open the door and shut it swiftly, padding through the penthouse apartment to the bedroom. She hesitated before opening the door as memories played through her mind. The closet was her destination as she pushed open the doors only to be met with a new garment bag with a note pinned to it, addressed to her.
She ignored it, pushed it aside and pulled out all her clothes, leaving behind the expensive pieces he had bought for her despite her protests. The left were rest hanging in the closet and she proceeded through the house in a similar manner until there was nothing left to identify her presence by. Finally, she made her way to the bedroom and took one thing to remind herself of him.
As she sat in her car once more, she forced away all the memories she had of him and turned her car to the western sunset. She knew she was a coward for running away. A part of her wondered how long it would take him to notice that she was gone. The other part wondered what he would do when he did notice.