Makayla stared up at him, her eyes like shattered stained glass window panes, the pale blue so unsure. He had promised, and as easily as that he was giving up the chase. It seemed at odds with how he pursued her before, but perhaps he was just a man of his word. "Thank you..." she said softly, trying to smile but failing. "You were my first date."
Had things been different, perhaps there would have been a chance for them. If she wasn't a freak, or if he wasn't a vampire then perhaps... But it was no use to think of such things. Neither could change who they were. Without a word she began to turn away but paused. Impulsively she spun around and slid her hand back to his cheek, pressing her lips to his for one last kiss. Confused at the action, she pulled back, letting her hand slowly slip down his face. "I'm sorry," she whispered before turning once again and walking back towards the carriage.