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𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙖 𝘿𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙪 - 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥

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[ female reader ]

"I'm begging you just let me explain! I didn't mean what I said, Dani, you know I wouldn't say something like that I'm just having a bad day."

"So am I, [Y/n]!"

You stop marching through the castle, doing everything in your power to avoid each other's gazes as the silence drowns you both. Thick, uncomfortable, you almost struggle to breathe.

"All we've done is argue. You know I hate it when we argue."

"Then leave."

That has your eyes bouncing up from the floor. Your eyebrows screw together, a fresh wave of dread stopping your heart. How could she utter the words so easily?

"What?" You whisper.

"Go home."

"Butーbut this is my home. You're my home."

"Not tonight. Clearly some time apart would be beneficial for the both of us. You're right, the way we are doing this isn't healthy. We're killing each other slowly. It's not a death either of us deserve."

"We'll get through this like we always do."

"And then what? We spiral into another fight by the end of the week?"

"I'm trying."

"So am I. Clearly it isn't enough."

"So that's it? You're just gonna kick me out?"

"Goodnight, [Y/n]."

Buzzing wings vibrate through your ears that fight to adjust to the whirlwind of silence. Your chest aches at the thought of not being with her. The tear worming it's way down your cheek is quickly wiped away by the backs of your fingers.

Snowflakes whip at your body, merciless winds turning your skin raw and pulling you further into the darkness. You tread along the path leading to a friends house where you can stay for the night. Wait until tomorrow arrives when you can solve this mess like last time.

Usually your arguments dissolve themselves after a sleepless night, since one of you always runs back to the other. Always.

The growls do nothing to ease the speed at which your heart races. Your fingers clutch onto your coat tightly to birth some warmth, using a hand to shield your eyes from the myriads of snowflakes.

Heavy thumps signal footsteps flying past closer than you'd like. Your legs beg to stop, at least slow down, just to search your surroundings, instead you force them to move faster. The last thing you need is a run-in with a drunken man or a ravenous beast.

When your head straightens to check the path ahead you bump into something, steadying yourself before you trip over. Hands fly out to grip you tightly and muffle your screams behind smooth leather, pulling you into a hard chest.

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Daniela paces back and forth by the fireplace, arms folded tightly over her chest and golden eyes darting constantly to the ticking clock. Yet another sigh rolls through the room.