She stared blankly at the wall, not wanting to feel Atlas' touch. She didn't deserve it.
Minerva waited until he finally left - and then slept until the sun set. Her new internal clock made her wake up, and when she did she was ravenous. Hungry - for blood.
Mamsie had it all ready for her, as usual. Minerva didn't know what she would have done without the house elf taking care of her like this. Minerva wouldn't let her mum or father touch the stuff she had to drink to stay alive, but Mamsie - Mamsie was different. She looked at Minerva like it was still her.
Sitting in the kitchen, Minerva knew Atlas was probably out in the bar waiting. Fuck. Why did he have to be so stubborn and insist on details? Minerva knew what he didn't know would be better off - for both of them.
"Mamsie - can you deliver a note to someone for me?"
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Atlas,
I'm sorry. Just let it go if you want us to try at any sort of friendship.
It doesn't matter how this all happened - it just did. Just like it happened to you.
The why's aren't important any longer.
I'm going out tonight, alone. If you care about me, you won't tell anyone about what I am now.