- Messages
- 2,077
- Blood Status
- Mixed Blood
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- Married
- Sexual Orientation
- Demisexual
- Wand
- Curly 10 1/2 Inch Rigid Birch Wand with Fwooper Feather Core
- Age
- 9/2015
Sloane knew really early in that this wasn't going to work. She'd planned for it not to work, she never expected these things to matter. Yet here she was four years later actually giving s damn. She liked Oliver, she loved Oliver, she didn't want to lose him. If she'd known four years ago where this would lead her, would she have stayed? She didn't know, but she certainly couldn't let this continue. This would be too painful for both of them she was sure. He didn't sign up for this, he'd hate it. This was never supposed to happen, she was so careful. What was she supposed to do now? She suooosed she could try her parents, maybe her siblings would help? They were no strangers to this kind of thing after all. They'd had their children with their unexpected pregnancies before right? This was just another thing. Women had been living through this kind of thing for centuries, she was just another one for the mix. Yeah, she could do this without Oliver's help. She didn't want to see his rejection any way. Better that she just leave this out of it. It would be better this way.
Walking into the bedroom, which honestly was the same room as the kitchen and lounge room, Sloane frowned at Oliver. "Can we talk?" He had to have an inkling that something was up. They'd practically been living together for the past eight months. She sat on the end of the bed. She was wearing a lose top to cover her shoulders, but otherwise she was mostly naked. "I think this should end." She said plainly, no subtlety or ease involved. Rip the bandaid off her mother always said. Don't leave time to fret. Come right out and say what you mean, there was no point trying to help it along. "We're done here." Maybe she was being harsh, but he'd signed up for this. She'd told him day one that she didn't do these long relationships. He'd had four years more than most. Enough was enough, time to say goodbye.
Walking into the bedroom, which honestly was the same room as the kitchen and lounge room, Sloane frowned at Oliver. "Can we talk?" He had to have an inkling that something was up. They'd practically been living together for the past eight months. She sat on the end of the bed. She was wearing a lose top to cover her shoulders, but otherwise she was mostly naked. "I think this should end." She said plainly, no subtlety or ease involved. Rip the bandaid off her mother always said. Don't leave time to fret. Come right out and say what you mean, there was no point trying to help it along. "We're done here." Maybe she was being harsh, but he'd signed up for this. She'd told him day one that she didn't do these long relationships. He'd had four years more than most. Enough was enough, time to say goodbye.