we'll live the rest of our lives, but not together
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Her first thoughts had been the very thing that she had been dreading. It was his sickness that seemed so suddenly fond of her, accepting of her, not him. He'd gathered enough strength to drag himself from the shack and run away from her because he didn't want her anymore again. It was a scenerio that she had kept locked in the back of her mind the whole, the fact that he might suddenly get better and forget about her or, even worse, regret the things that he had said to her. The bed was empty when she had arrived, it was cold to the touch and told her that he had been gone for some time. She wanted to believe it was her fault, that she hadn't been around often and it had worried him and made him go look for her. Something told her that wasn't likely though.


It had been a few days since her initial notice of his absence, she'd spent her time peeking in randomly, hoping he might return. The only thing that had changed was the other one, Jasper, he was suddenly up and gone also. It wasn't until that morning that she decided to go, it wouldn't be hard to track him, and she could always leave him if her thoughts were true. If he didn't want her again then she would go and not turn back, despite how much it would kill her to do so. She'd been happy there with him, talking to him and taking care of him, feeling as if he actually wanted her there, she couldn't give it up so easily, not without knowing for sure.


It had taken her two days to find exactly where he was, a small cottage in the middle of the forest, which seemed almost odd to her. She could only ever remember him sleeping in a den for as long as she knew him, aside from being held inside the shack while he was sick. Fingers touched the door carefully, sliding down to rest on the knob. Rachias hesitated though, paused to think, and finally withdrew her hand. Frowning just slightly, she balled that same hand up in a fist and knocked quietly, it only seemed appropriate. "It's me." She called out, though not to loud. It was courtesy, she supposed, but in a way it was also and attempt to see if he did indeed remember her.

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