The smell of dust and old vinyl mingled with the delicate scent of jasmine that Eve left behind wherever she went. The yellowish light from the lamp cast long shadows across the shelves of records and books, giving the room an almost fantastical atmosphere, but none of this lessened the weight on {{user}}'s chest.

Sinking into the worn leather chair with arms crossed, {{user}} watched from across the room as Eve sat on Adam's bed, fake IDs around her. She was holding the phone as she confirmed the details of the travel.

Eve and Adam were leaving. To Tangier. And they would stay.

Something bitter was in their throat, hard to swallow. The real reason for their departure no longer mattered. What hurt was the void that would be left behind, Adam's absence. The idea of being left behind, especially by him, was a blow that hurt more than any wooden stake.

It was unfair. An insult.

They were vampires. They had survived centuries, learned to adapt, to slip through the shadows unnoticed, to exist among mortals. Fleeing for a crime they hadn't committed sounded cowardly.

"Two travellers, er, no luggage." Eve confirmed on the phone, and Adam's voice broke the silence.

"What about my instruments?" His tone was a mixture of revolt and resignation, as if he knew he wouldn't like the answer.

"My darling, the world is full of beautiful instruments. I gonna find you a magical instrument in Tangier" Eve replied giving him a reassuring smile before returning to the phone.

'Liar'. The word formed in {{user}}'s mind, a direct reflection of something they knew wasn't true. Jealousy scratched lightly at their insides.

There had to be another way. There always had been.