The feeling of emptiness growing inside the young female's stomach had turned into a burden Amelie could no longer bear. The cold fingers of loneliness were wrapping around her neck, caressing her spine slowly as if to torture her. She was no longer able to sleep. The sleeping body of Blue had becomed a stranger to her. Not as if she was to blame, she had been busy -- they all had.
She had thought about moving out before, but had always managed to silence such thoughts with a careless distraction but this time she had had no luck. With a last glance at the place she had found shelter in for those several months. It was hard to look away but it was even harder to stay.
After crawling out and shaking off the dust that clung to her pelt she begun to track down Blue's scent. She walked slowly, not wanting to say what she was going to say, but knowing it had to say. The words that hurted the most were those that were unspoken.
