This was wrong. So wrong.

Laying on your bed, watching her. Her eyes stare back into yours. Your limbs are intertwined with one another. Her hair framed her face perfectly, her features basked in the light. She was beautiful.

But she wasn't supposed to be doing this. She knew that, you knew that better than anyone. She was a Hunter of Artemis, she took an oath. Swore off love and rejected it for life. It was what she lived for. In her haze she didn't expect to find love in her best friend.

Your breaths cloud in the air, mingling with one another, you don't dare speak a word. Worried of the reality it might bring, worried that she might tear away from you. Leave you entirely. Never looking back.

"I can't do this... I won't. I swore an oath." She breathes, her eyes drifting away from yours.