InsaneJournal

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It had been a very simple question: 'Are we drifting apart?'

And Rose hadn't... it occurred to her that... even though she asked Axe idly (it had truly been out of fear), she realized she already knew the answer. They had, of course they had. Things... weren't like they were before, they weren't like they used to be. He didn't... always stay with her at night, which was understandable considering Guy's sudden and violent reappearance, and she, in turn, had begun to... she didn't feel the need, the pull, to... be close to Axe. At first, Rose had thought herself proud for providing Axe the space she thought he properly needed. She thought it a mature response, something that showed how they had grown. But it hadn't... been that, had it? It should feel differently, this should feel differently.

She felt a bit cold. It was a cold, hollow feeling that spread within her upon realizing the relationship she fought so hard to maintain had very well may begun to splinter before them without even their realization. Looking down at her hands, Rose took the steady silence between the two of them as almost deafening.

They were.... breaking-up, weren't they? That was what this silence meant? A kind of... muted defeated in the face of something that... they had tried to avoid. Her hands fell to the couch cushion beneath her, her fingers playing with the fabric as she thought of what to say. What could she say?

"I don't... know what to say," Rose admitted, desperate to keep talking to him. Perhaps--- it was just a bump, perhaps... the shift, from being apart from so long, a... reflex? But even Rose knew she was lying to herself. They didn't... she didn't.... a hard frown settling on her face, as she looked up at Axe, feeling that her heart was on the cusp of breaking. But had it already? Had it already begun to? She swallowed, and pressed her hand to the side of her face in unwilling discomfort.