semi-hiatus

Kai ignored what Malia had said to him and dug underneath Malia’s bed for his duffle bag, brushing off the dust that it had accumulated during his stay in the Tate household. Swiftly he began to gather the few belongs that he owned, sloppily packing them away. The quicker he got out of the house the easier it would be for the both of them to move on. He knew that if he stayed, despite Malia’s pleads, that he would find another way to betray her trust and they would end up exactly where they are now. At least this way they didn’t have to go through the heartache for a second time. By the time Malachai had his clothes packed there were tears that had begun to well up in his eyes. He knew that there were still a few other things of his that he should pack, like his toothbrush, but the longer he stayed in the house the harder it became for him to leave. So, he zipped up his duffle bag and threw it over his shoulder, making his way to the front door. He only stopped for a breif moment after he had the door opened and one foot outside the threshold.

“I’m sorry, Malia. It’s better this way.”

Every item he tossed into the bag made her feel more and more overwhelmed. This was actually happening and Kai was leaving her. Her eyes were beginning to grow heavy and started to sting, but she willed herself not to cry. Crying wouldn't solve anything. This was all his fault and it was causing her to panic. Malia couldn't just let him walk out of her life. Not after being so used to his presence. She wouldn't know who to joke around with, who to complain to, who to purposefully scare, who to care about so much. A million thoughts must have run through the coyotes mind in the little time that he took to shove his things away. At first, she let him. She just stood back with her arms crossed and tried not to break down, telling herself that she was stronger than that. That she'd be fine without him. Maybe even better. And after all the things he said he's done, it almost made sense. 

The remake made the were-coyote huff in annoyance. She hated people thinking that she wasn’t strong enough to handle something, or that she was delicate and fragile. It didn’t happen that often anymore, but when it did, she didn’t want to hear it.

"So feisty, so annoying. Klaus would like you. “