Anya's Heart

She entered the room and breathed deeply. Glad to be away from the basement...

In front of the door, Eric inspired profoundation. It was absoluement not logic. He would have of to leave, to take any key, but not that there. He would have of to leave enough far not to suffer any more from her presence absence.
But... He owed her at least that. He had to to her at least make it of him even.
Slowly, Eric opened the door.

Anya turned towards Eric. She quickly smiled, trying to cover her hurt. "Hey," she whispered

Closing the door behind him, Eric tried to keep a neutral face.
-Hi.
Slowly, Eric went to sit down on the bed. Contorted when he leaned on the hand.
It's time. It's time. Eric it's time, please.

Anya just looked at him. Something was wrong.

Eric raised the head. The face... He had been so afraid of losing it, somewhere in his spirit. He would have it almost smiles. Eric lowered eyes, holding the bandaged hands the one against the other one.
-Anya, we need to talk.

"About what," she whispered. But she had a feeling she already knew what. Pocahontas

(@Poca: If you're reading this I still love you bestie!)

[[OOC @Anya Q~Q I love you..my heart goes out for you...]]

- 'Bout us.
Eric raised the head. His voice was neutral, totally neutral, quite as the face. He knew how much it would be hard, but he owed him that. He had to let her leave. Make her stop suffering because of him. Protect her from Villain. Protect her from him.
Love her, in his way.

"What about us?" She looked down

- Our relation.
Eric hated that. He hated beating around the bush. But he didn't feel still ready. It was so harder than planned. So more hard.
Anya. Forgive me.

"Yes. What about it?" She was scared to look at him

Eric inspired profoundation.
- I think that we should.... Maybe stand back.
Eric felt sick. So badly. He knew how much he hurt her, but he knew how much he also freed her. Squeezing fists, he felt the pain being added to the one that he felt by looking at her.

OOC: IFEELSOBAAAAD!

She felt like he stabbed her. Her breath came in sharply, "Is it becasue of...Pocahontas?" She took in a shaky breath, "do you still have feelings for her?"

Eric crossed the hand on his face, miming a bored looking.
- No, it is not because of her, he sighed. This has nothing to do with her.
The fever burned him abruptly the head, and he frowned.
He felt just in time sick to want to press on the two hands, just to not feel all the pain which these words provoked in him.

"Oh," she whispered, "Is that all you have to say? You're not going to give me an explanation? Why are you doing this!" She felt angry and confused. What had she done?

[[OOC My favorite couple in the whole forum... -is seriously crying- D: IM SORRY!! ANYA D:! ]]

(OOC: It's ok bestie!!! ♥♥♥)

Eric raised the head, planting the eyes in her. He saw all the punishment, all the pain there which himself felt, but he did not let her see it. He contented with raising an eyebrow.
-You really want explanations?

"I think I deserve at least that," she whispered looking down at her feet

Eric sighed a little, spent his hand in his hair, mimed a dulled face.
-It's very simple in fact. Just, Anya, since how long we are there? One year? One month? I am tired by all this. I'm tired.
Eric tighted his teeth.

"So hat you're saying is. You don't have any feelings for me?" No, not again. She already went through this once with Proteus, not Eric too.

- I don't say that I didn't have feelings for you, it's not that.
Eric tried to smile, but without looking at her. He sighed, before turning to her. He looked at her, staining to keep a neutral expression.
- I'm just tired. Of all this. Of these games. Of these conversations. Of these useless actions. I am tired.

Tears filled Anya's eyes, she laughed a little with out humor. "You know every person that's been in my life has hurt or left me...I thought you would be different. I thought maybe here's a person who won't leave or hurt. But I guess I was wrong." she felt tears fall down her cheeks. She quickly raised her hands to cover her face.

Eric had a laughter, dry.
- That what you believed? I am a human being, a just like you. The human beings are made to injure themself. Not oversights to whom you speak. A killer. KI-LLER. I'm make to hurt.
Eric had an almost invisible, just smile what was needed. The eyes were wrinkled, just as it was necessary. It was just as it was necessary.
It was just that it was necessary to make.

She shook her head. The tears were still comming down her face. She was suddenly angry. How could he just dismiss her like this? "Don't you feel anything?!" She screamed, "How could you be so cold and distant?! You told me you loved me!" She was shaking now. being calm and composed was not working out so well...

Eric had another smile, always so cold.
- Cold and distant. You have just defined what I am. A cold and distant killer. It is what I am. It is what I am really.
Eric fixed her, the face always so neutral.

OOC: Sorry for the late reply, my cat doing some...stupid thing xD

She took in a deep breath. This has happened before, this was nothing new. But why does it hurt so much? She wasn't crying anymore. She walked over to Eric and placed her hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes. "If this is want you want. Then ok I won't fight you on this." Her eyes began to fill with tears again. "I wish you happiness, Eric I really do. I hope Pocahontas can make you happy. Because I couldn't." she whispered. He wasn't happy with her any more, she had to let him go. She dropped her hand from his face, turned and walked into the bathroom. She quietly closed the door behind her. "Goodbye," she whispered so softly she knew he couldn't hear her. With that she sank on the cold tiled floor.

Eric waited that the door closes before cracking. He waited to hear the door to close before being allowed fall again behind. The bed creaked, slowly. Eric had of it to make nothing. He messed the world. He messed everything.
The cheek burned him. Nothing to do with the fever however. The cheek burned him, tore him, killed him. Eric closed eyes.
It is made. She left me.
It is made.
Eric felt of tears flowing on the cheeks. He messed it. He wanted to forget. World, games, words. Everything.
She left me.
Eric wiped violently the cheeks, the bandaged hand hurting him.
I have pain.
You deserve it.
I hurt her.
But she is safe.
Remember what Jasmine had said to you. Remember you. You make bad things, and the others arrive at you.
Yes, but that makes badly make the good choices.
Eric began crying silently. To cry for voucher. Tears which tried to wipe the burn, without reaching there.

@ Villain: I think that's your que

The room was gassed, and they slowly fell asleep. When they woke up Eric would still be in the same room, but Anya would be in room 2. [OOC: Yw Anya xD]

OOC: Thank you Villain!!!

OOC: RRRRRRHHHHHHAAAAAAA! It's horrible, I feel like a monster! Ugly, ugly, ugly me