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“I’m standing on the edge of returning or just running away.

                               I’m letting myself look the other way”

Games. Nothing but games. Was she just another piece to complete the puzzle? The thought brought great rage…and hurt. But that part will be masked. Guard is higher than it has ever been. A step back was taken. The gap that once faded, large large in a matter of seconds. The voice; once brought comfort, gave off nothing more than bitterness.

❝Cherish them? Is that so? Cherish something that was only part of your game?❞ Smirking; coldly.

❝If you assume such a thing, then you’ve never truly known me, Kaname. But this is all some part of a plan now isn’t it? You never knew.❞

‘I was a fool.’

Love is nothing but a pointless waste of time. Love is a suicide. Now her eyes mirrored his own, glowing right crimson. It was off, her emotions. Not much time on his hands? ❝Why don’t I waste more of it. I didn’t come here to fight you…But now, that will be the last thing I do before leaving.❞

Were these words out of hurt? Or did they at least hold some truth it it? When seeing him, standing right there, where did the man she had fallen for run off too? Everyone changes sooner or later. It hurts, all of it. Might as well go out with a bang. Kaname…

Guilty as charged.

        Collected form all in its glory features yet exposed darkening menace
as soon as her stance was realized; disappointment flashed through contacts
of burnt sienna in a moment so fleet, lips usually ardent now set in a thin line
painting the pureblood’s dismay.  All their colors finally showing as unsettled 
confrontation arises between the two. Saccharine voice replaced by jejune
&& bland tone, gaze hardening as he spoke.
      
       ‘ Even if it’s been planned, one cannot simply forsaken feelings that
transpired in between those period of time. Denial is futile — that alone is 
enough for me to concede though I expected you are atleast aware of it. ’ 
Perhaps his affection ( ^{once so foreign} )  wasn’t enough to reach the young 
woman’s heart? Call it deceit — actions coated with pretense but no 
matter how rotten his motives were, he vows his heart screams the truth.

 She was a fool.       
          But so was he —– blindingly so. Foolish beyond repair.

Fiery icy glare sets his core ablaze, breath hitches as gaze caught on the
marvelous sight ( ^{all for his own eyes to see} ) despite angered exterior. Reverie 
put to a halt, lids clamped tightly only to have them reopen not a second 
later. Firm && devoid of any emotions, his resolve strengthened.
     ‘ then you are a fool. I offered you a choice yet you
                                      chose death —- all but for a mere pride. ’

                                    Must we really resort to hurting eachother?