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She did notice someone behind her, but she also didnt really feel like looking up. Even less as she heard his mutter. She still felt bad about having bit him. But she could also feel that she had missed him and maybe that annoyed her a bit right now. “Is that why you’ve just left me alone?” She asked, not looking up, and when she did, it wasnt at him. She knew it was a two way street but she thought she was well excused after all that she had gone through.
She stared out into the distance, not really looking at anything before she seemed to come back to reality. “I’m sorry. I cant do this now.” She said before she got up to move away from him.

She just kept close to him as they walked, not wanting to be far from him either. It was odd how she had thought she would have a hard time being close to him and yet here they were and she found that she didnt feel right if she wasnt close to him. They got to her apartment and of course the grumpy cat went crazy the moment it saw him. She smiled a little at the sight before she took off her shoes and followed him to the couch. She however didnt want to he sitting in a dress. “I’ll go change real quick.” She said, walking over to her closet to just pick out something a little more comfortable. She took off the baggy shirt and stood in the dress. Struggling with the zipper she sighed. Walking over to him she lifted her arm. “Help please.” She said, and if he did, she would move back to the closet to get out of the dress and change into the new clothes.

She hummed at his answer, nodding slowly before the mood slowly seemed to change as they had to talk about what had actually happened back then. The mutter made her look at him with a saddened look. She didnt remember being dragged out of the water or anything before she woke up again, so could she really say he was wrong? She looked at their hands, giving his a soft squeeze. He confessed to relapsing and she couldnt she that she hadnt figured it out already, but maybe she had been hoping that she was wrong. She felt at fault even if it hadnt been something she could change. As he called himself a failure, she let go of his hand and moved to sit on his lap. She took his hands and carefully placed them over exposed skin, one on her shoulder and the other around her back. “I guess I did die but I cant actually… die.” She said, finding it very weird to talk about herself like this. “If you keep seeing me as… that. Then I dont blame you for relapsing. I would have been a mess too if all I saw when I thought of you was you somehow dead.” She said. Then she sighed and leaned in to kiss his nose. “We’ll just have to replace that image in your head.” She remarked before nuzzling her nose to his. But she also wanted to explain what she knew of what may have made her appear dead. Since she had a beating heart, it would be quite easy to determine whether she was dead or not. “I was told… that no matter what happens to me. It’ll slowly disappear again. Everything but this scar on my neck.” She said, before she frowned, wondering if she was even making sense. Probably not. She was speaking about being dead!

She didnt mind feeling his hands explore her skin, nor how his nails dug into her. It actually felt quite nice, how he squeezed her skin in his hands. The clarification was nice, because she would hate that. If he saw her differently now like she hadnt been this way the whole time they had been seeing each other. After explaining how she was told it worked, his question was fair. And she wouldnt say she knew exactly that she couldnt die. But she knew something else. “I know that I’ll always come back after a while.” She said, sending him a soft smile. He pressed her closer and she didnt mind at all.
He spoke again and she hummed. He didnt say dead, but she understood. Maybe it was best to not refer to her as being dead for the both of them. She nodded, lifting a hand to caress his face, ready to listen. He however mentioned Elaine and the pause made her frown a little. He quickly assured her that it wasnt what her mind had wandered to right away, but then he said what he had done instead. She lifted her hands to cup his face and lift it to look at her. “I have noticed a pattern of you hurting others that might have hurt me. So was she a part of it?” She asked, because she didnt know. She didnt even know who her kidnappers had been and why they had been taking her with them. And frankly, just thinking of it made her shudder and feel the fear creep in. “It was scary. So I cant say that I dont think you were right to hurt her. I’m not a very good person, I do feel angry and sad and vengeful about what happened too.” She admitted, looking down. She had s good heart, that was for sure, but she also had her limits. She was human after all, even as an undead.