Who: Max and Valentina When: Thursday evening What: Val's had her heart broken. Where: Home Warnings/Rating: TBD
It was only by miracle, Valentina thought, that she'd managed to apparate home without splinching herself. She'd been numb with disbelief at first, but when it had processed that he was serious, that he was breaking up with her, something inside her snapped. Though a part of her wanted to yell and scream and throw things, she knew that would only prove his words true, so she kept it bottled inside. She couldn't hold her tears at bay, however, and when he'd merely pushed his glasses up higher on his nose and calmly asked her to leave (how could he be so calm?!), she'd forced herself to go.
She just couldn't understand why he'd done this. Everything had been so great even just days ago, and he'd treated her as an equal for so long now that she just couldn't process that he apparently thought her too young and too immature for him. When had she ever behaved immaturely with him?! Never!
Val stormed through the house until she found the alcohol. After pouring a finger of clear liquor, she downed it--unfortunately, it was far stronger than anything she'd ever drunk before, having stuck mostly to wine in the past, and the burn of it sent her into a coughing fit, causing her already watery eyes to tear up further. Merlin, that made her feel young, and in a fit of anger at the thought, she threw the glass as hard as she could at the wall, barely registering the crash that sounded as she curled in on herself in a squat.