To be honest the whole situation seemed to be taken from a cheap soap opera -- or from a romantic movie that ended as a tragedy. Either way there was really no way to label or pin point what the young girl was feeling at the moment.
She listened half-heartedly as he murmurred what she assumed to be an excuse or a 'let's just be friends' lecture. Her eyes had been drained from all color and her ears were laying flat on the sides of her skull. She sighed as more words flowed out of his mouth and her tail hung low against her thighs.
Suddenly his voice was cut and his eyes widened, betraying the sickness in his stomach. While Amelie wished she could swallow every word that was said in this conversation and destroy every reminder of their inexistent affair it seemed Kisu was more willing to spew out the contents of his stomach along with his feeling.
She watched him run off, not giving a sound of opposition. She had never been through a break-up but if this was what it felt like she didn't think she could survive another.
With the shattered pieced of her heart falling off her chest she ran at the opposite direction, hot strings of liquid sadness rolling down her cheeks.
