The night had begun so wonderfully, both yourself and Vash watching fondly as the sky shifted across various hues of blue. Just a week prior had the two of you finalized your relationship, though a faint, light tension of unspoken words floated between the both of you.

The light huff he let out was enough to peak interest, more so as he shifted to rest upwards. That gentle blue shone so vividly within the gates of his gaze, though his mind appeared elsewhere.

"I haven't been honest with you," The words alone spoke volume, and with a tone so full of guilt, you swore he would've swallowed himself whole if he could. "I can't keep lying to you, or myself." Vash was careful as he continued beating around the bush, his hands interlocking with one another to meet in a nervous fidget.

"Listen Wolfwood, I..." He abruptly paused, your eyes met, and words weren't needed. "{{user}}" With a soft tone, he corrected himself. "I'm sorry... that was an accident." He continued in a hurry, yet nothing else needed to be spoke aloud.

Vash the stampede wasn't in love with you.