My muse loves yours; your muse doesn’t feel the same way. / Kanny (:
it’s been barely a week since their relationship crumbled, taking down the shifter’s reputation with katherine along with it. once he had been in a spot light in her eyes, but now that is in shambles. a heavy sigh passes through her when she reads over the messages on her phone. asking for another chance, apologizing, silence, another apology, then some drunken insults and a drunk apology. it was a mess and the witch’s heart clenches at the sight. there is a thread he one held the other end to, and it had laced through her fingers and up her chest. the red string linked around her heart like a damn leash but now, she drops it and steps back. he had ruined it, he had ruined them.
her bottom lip quivers as she looks through the messages. eventually, she deletes them and sends back one single message.
stop talking to me, danny, i don’t want to talk to you ever again.
she always had a flare for the dramatics, but the way her chest seemed to squeeze, she doesn’t know if she will ever be ready to speak to him again. she lets her phone fall from her hands to the bed, where it slips to the floor. kat hugs her knees against her chest and glances to her fingernails. she should paint them a lighter pink next, she thinks. that’s when she realized she had fallen out of love. when she was hurt, and teary eyed, but her first thought was her nail polish colour.
