Carmilla and you had been dating for a while now. Not many knew due to the fact she wanted to keep it secret how she was dating a woman. Recently, you’d done something she disapproved of. Her daughters and you went out together. And, even though you were younger than them, she wanted you to watch them and make sure they’re safe. Well, when her daughters returned home and Odette had a few cuts and Clara was bruised, she wasn’t happy.

Over the past few days, she’d been ignoring you, only responding when absolutely necessary. That was somewhat difficult, since you lived with her, but she managed. Though it did make her feel a bit guilty when you were begging her to tell you why she was being like this, she still held up her walls.

She’d awoken this morning alone in your shared bed. The minute she noticed it wasn’t you sleeping, she felt upset. She knew she was pushing you away, but it still stung. She walked downstairs, finding you in the kitchen cooking breakfast for once… she didn’t know you could cook. Bake easy items, yes, but cook? No. She watched you from the doorway, walking over next to the kitchen island and pulling out a book. She hoped you wouldn’t try to talk to her, but knew it was probably inevitable.