Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150912153321/@comment-24685738-20150915015342

A few hours later, Kate awoke, just before the dawn. She sat up and stretched, not noticing for the moment that Pierre was gone. She slipped into her clothes, spotting the White Rose. She picked it up and smelled it, figuring that Pierre was being nice.

She headed over to the fire, noticing it had died. She stared into it for a moment, pondering what was going on. It was still dark, so Pierre wouldn't have gone off by himself to hunt, or anything.

Where was he?

Kate ran a hand through her hair, before sighing. She extended her influence out, soothing everyone in their sleep one by one, waiting until she felt the familiar touch that should've been Pierre.

When she didn't find him, she was rather confused.

Where was he?

And then, Kate realized. He was gone. He had done what she had done frequently, ditching the hook-up before they woke up.

Kate stared into the fire, feeling distraught. She was actually hurt. For once, she had thought that someone wasn't only interested in her because she was pretty, or because she forced him to. What was wrong with her? Why did no one find her worthy of affection?

Was that all she had been to Pierre? A whore to love and leave?

Why? Why was that her life?

Kate stared into the dying embers of the fire, her heart dropping in her chest. A single tear ran down her cheek, and she headed back to Pierre's bedroll, sadly. She stared at the White Rose, carefully, and laid down beside it. She brought it close to her chest, and cried, silently, before drifting off once more into an uneasy sleep...