Depression was a funny sort of thing. Especially in the way a person dealt with it. Or in Vivian's case, didn't deal with. It wasn't something she would ever admit to, but she had been conflicted with it, since the time of her families death. It had completely knocked her of course for a time, while she self medicated. She had never really dealt with it, it had simply been buried. Strange, some people could function normally when that sick, and others couldn't at all. Problem with those that carried on, it all eventually caught up with them, and caused them to break under the pressure. She was a perfect example of just that. That, with her new nature, had turned her into quite the monster. Shame she couldn't have just lost her heart as well. That would have made this all so much easier.
Why did it always seem that she had some sort of confession to make to Jaida? Had she really become so secretive? Alright, so not all of her confessions had been of a negative nature, but most of them hadn't left either of them feeling particularly good afterwards. The worst part about having a partner that couldn't play by the rules... ever. Fuck she'd been a shitty friend, and a worst girlfriend. Vivian was convincing herself that in the end, Jaida would be better off. They both would. Sparing all that heartache, and disappointment, it would give them both a better shot at a happy life... at least, that's what she was telling herself.
Her first instinct was to combat the accusations of there being nothing here for her. Hell, she even had the desire to request that she come with her, but... no, she couldn't do that. Pushing back her tears, she cleared her throat, fixing a bored smile upon her lips, as she placed her hands on the bed behind her. "No, nothing at all. I've spent far too much time in school, and there isn't anything here that I can't learn from Henry." Leaning against her hands, she crossed her legs, watching the muse. "He went with me to South Africa. He's there now, and I'll be going back to him." IT was difficult to say these things in such a passive tone, even if they were the truth. She didn't want to hurt Jaida, but it had to be done. "I was bad... very bad. I broke all of your rules.... but let's face it, I couldn't follow them, J. He's apart of me, and not being with him is too much of a struggle."