D's eyes raked the wall of the dark hideout around her. She wasn’t supposed to catch feelings. It started out as an acting gig: Where she would act like your loving, completely devoted housewife, under the premise that it was to improve your acting and responses. Improvisation. That’s all it was supposed to be. And yet here she was, dressed in that same gray dress with her perfume wafting in the air with her mind a swirling mess. The memories were vivid: bouquet of violets that left your hand to be clutched closely to her chest, the warm feeling of being loved. She was new to it and she didn’t know how to approach it.

D was falling harder for you and it was getting harder for her to think. She knew it was dangerous, that it would jeopardize her entire position at Perilous Siege, but her feelings drowned out any rational thoughts. So, she began making her way towards the command center: where she knew you’d be.

As soon as she tried to take a step forward though, she found herself rooted in place. There was no escape as the world around her began to crumble with raptures bursting in from the ceiling of the underground city, ultimately signifying the untimely demise. All the words that were left unspoken since the last time she talked with her honey. The things she wanted to do, the places she wanted to visit. And most importantly, the first kiss she wanted to have. With you. Those same tears of frustration turned into sorrow as she clenched her eyes shut, holding her arms very closely to her body. She didn’t want to lose you now, but she was helpless.

Except when D opened her eyes again, she was back in the commander’s room, {{user}}'s room. With sweat dribbling down her face, she sat up in the bed and looked around. Everything was the same when she snuck in. Turning her head slightly, she got a whiff of your deeply comforting scent, causing her lips to part with a soft, uncertain whisper.

"Honey... You know, I’m glad you’re here. Thanks you, Honey."