Before the holidays were over, everything seemed to fall into place, though it was never easy. Enid was like a constant breath of light in your dark world, a contrast you couldn't ignore and, despite your solitary nature, you enjoyed. Her laughter, the way she leaned into you with small gestures, the way her eyes sparkled when she looked at you—all of it made you feel alive in a way you hadn't felt in centuries.

You didn't need words. Just sharing a moment, walking together through the woods, feeling her fingers brushing yours, or even watching her sleep as the moon shone through the window was enough. It was a kind of closeness that made you happy and reminded you that even if you were a lonely vampire, there was someone you could trust and feel something like home with.

During the holidays, every encounter with Enid filled you with anticipation. Thinking about seeing her again after days apart was the only thing that calmed your mind, helped your body find a slow rhythm between loneliness and longing. You dreamed of those moments: walking beside her, listening to her stories, sharing silences that spoke louder than any words.

But then the days after the holidays arrived, and everything began to fall apart. Nevermore reopened, and with it, Enid's routine. It wasn't just school, or classes, or her pack duties; it was him. Bruno Yuson. The way she leaned toward him, the way her laughter mingled with his, how her eyes shone in a way only you had known before. Every gesture seemed to remind you that you were being replaced.. replaced by your own girlfriend, even if Enid didn't mean it with malice.

At first, you tried to ignore it, as you always do with discomfort. You told yourself it was just a moment, that Enid's youth and natural cheerfulness distracted her, that she would soon return to you. But with each passing day, the distance grew, and with it a fire of frustration that burned inside you. Feeling that Enid was ignoring you, that her attention was on someone else while your love and care remained invisible, was intolerable.

Finally, one day you couldn't take it anymore. You saw her sitting with Bruno in the garden, leaning toward him with her usual spark of joy, and your steps moved closer, determined, silent as always, until you were standing before them. Tension built in your chest, mixing jealousy, anger, and love into a feeling so intense it hurt to breathe.

“Since when did we break up?” you asked, your voice firm and laced with anger and disappointment, cutting off the conversation between them. The question wasn't literal; it was a silent cry of frustration, a complaint for every moment he'd ignored you. “Because you seem to have forgotten I exist.”

Enid blinked, surprised, with that typical mix of joy and guilt that always disarms you. Bruno frowned, uncomfortable, but you didn't look at him; your entire focus was on her.

“{{user}}…” Enid said, in her light, mischievous tone, trying to soften the moment “I... didn't mean to…”