At one point they had both decided on doing this. It was the only way for them to communicate at that time. It was their way of forgetting things and escaping into another world.

Intimacy.

Not the one with love but the one with rage and incoherency. With any type of lighting closed off and with only the sounds of heavy breathing and skin slapping against skin, nothing more.

The nights when she would stumble into his room and into his bed and laying there for minutes, just looking up at the high ceiling before climbing on top of him and claiming him for the night. The times when they would meet in the forest during the hot summer nights.

It hurt.

They knew this wasn't right, yet they couldn't control themselves. One loved the other while the other loved another. No one could blame them and the way they choose to elope.

No one told them to do this, they themselves chose.

Times like this go would unchange for a time; they would go on with their daily routine; talk here and smile there. These times where cut short after she chooses to leave and since then nothing more has happened. The only thing left behind was the need to be in each others arms once again.

Because it hurts.

And it was then when she found herself writing letters to him that she realized she loved him.

And it hurt…

vampire knight.