It wasn't her fault. Drake had been gone four weeks, the longest he'd ever stayed away, and she was worried. She was afraid of the outside world, of the FAYZ, but Drake was basically the bane of her existence and if something happened to him, she just might…Well, she didn't know what she would do, because she had never faced something like this before. Drake always came back for her. She was scared and anxious and she didn't know what to do, so she went looking for him.
She was just figuring how to unlock the door when it flew open, knocking her to the floor. It was Drake. Almost crying with relief, she stood up. He took a few steps towards her, but stopped abruptly. His icy eyes darted from the backpack at her feet, to her hiking boots, to the makeshift lock pick, before finally resting on her.
The look Drake gave her made tears come to her eyes. She knew what he thought, that she was trying to escape. Pleading with him, desperate to explain, she inched towards him. He stood there, staring at her with haunted eyes. They stayed like that for a long moment, him just standing there and her with tears on her cheeks.
She should have run. Locked herself in her room until he calmed down. But she hadn't lost all her innocence, and she believed with that barely pure heart hers that he wouldn't hurt her.
"Drake, I-"
He snapped, she broke, and the anomaly that was them ended.
And she thought they were forever.
(But she's always getting these things wrong, isn't she?)