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Her shoulders are slumped and her expression sullen, her mood exponentially soured by the fact she hadn’t seen Twilight once today. She’d carried out her duties as a hospital employee tirelessly, making semi regular trips to his office to drop off paperwork in hopes of catching even a glimpse. Unfortunately for her she came up empty handed and was only informed as she clocked out that he had called out of work for the day!
“He could’ve at least left a note” she mumbles to herself. Her bitter musings continue as she plods down the sidewalk towards her empty apartment. The long Twilightless day grating on her nerves. All she wants now is a bath, comfortable clothes, and sleep.
Her mood brightens instantly as sound of a voice drifts into her ears but not just any voice.
‘Twilight!?’ Her heart skips a beat, her expression almost giddy as she eagerly scans the street for where the sound of her idol is coming from. Her good humor crashes back down into foul territory as her eyes lock on to a familiar head of absurdly long black hair, unsightly red eyes, and horribly unfashionable red dress.
There. Sitting at an outdoor table of some fancy restaurant. She seems them.
‘Ugh he’s with her’ her mood darkens further as her runaway train of thought picks up steam. ‘Why does he insist on entertaining that farce of a woman?’ ‘He probably had to call out of work because she burnt down the kitchen’ ‘Twilight my love… has she trapped you somehow?’ ‘Signal for me if you wish to finally end this charade and have me as the new and improved Mrs. Forger’
She lingers watching their every move, stewing as Twilight never once takes his eyes off Yor. Her face twists into quite a unsightly frown when she sees his hand creep across the table and gently intertwine with her fingers
‘What possible means does this woman have that is keeping you tied to her?’
‘Is it charity?’
‘Guilt?’
‘…Blackmail!?’
Her face is scandalized as she sees Yor accidentally spill water into his lap.
‘That’s has to be it! That wretched she beast must have my noble Princes entangled in some kind of scandal!’ In a rush of impulse she quietly slinks into the restaurant and demands a table for one. The young host, intimidated by her ice cold demeanor, complies almost instantly, grabbing a menu and leading her to a table conveniently placed with a direct line of sight on her target.
Staring intensely at the pair, she can hear Twilights voice rattling around in her head reminding her that she must never let her emotions show, but she ignores the warning as sounds of Yors laughter assaults her ears and she jealously wonders why Twilight isn’t taking his own advice. He sure is staring at her with eyes full of an emotion she swore should only be directed at her.
‘Oh Twilight… Is it possible, she has actually found a way into your heart?’ She hesitates for a moment to ruminate on that possibility before she dives headlong back into her self indulging conspiracy that he is trapped and in need of extraction
‘Could it be… she’s figured out operation Strix?’ She quietly scoffs at the notion that someone so clearly obtuse could see through Twilights cover. ‘Perhaps she was in the right place at the wrong time?’ A chill travels down her spine as she pours over the idea that Yor may have been walking home and caught him in the middle of a mission.
‘Welp if that’s the case, then I shall dispose of this wretched woman. I won’t let her interfere with his mission’ She steels her nerves and channels her focus onto Yor. ‘Don’t worry Twilight. I will liberate you’ her hand snakes down into her purse until her fingers close around the unmistakably chilled handle of a pistol with a silencer attached.
Setting the menu on the table, she pretends to peruse the restaurants selection of food, her thoughts running rampant as she imagines a future where Twilight, overwhelmed with relief at Yors demise, asks her to take her rightful place as his wife.
‘If I wait for just the right volume in the restaurant I can make it seem like it’s the work of a sniper’ her hand steadies and her finger encircles the trigger, counting down the moments her beloved has left in captivity. Convincing herself that if she grazes him, it will seem like the bullet was meant for him but missed the mark. He in turn won’t dig any deeper into who actually shot at them and without Yor around she can finally show that he is indeed meant for her.
With all doubts rationalized she pulls the trigger. The bullet trained on its target until at the last minute, it isn’t. What is meant to be a glancing blow, strikes Twilight, who had moved to get the waiters attention, in the back.
Time seems to slow to a halt as she watches him falling to floor. Suddenly her mind is blank. No more grumbling about Yor, no more schemes being cooked up, and no more happy images of spending her days with her beloved.
Finally regaining her composure, she darts through the restaurant to the outside table. She doesn’t even register the screams of frightened patrons as they scatter for cover. By the time she’s arrived she sees Yor has picked him up from the floor and is pleading with him to keep breathing while she desperately tries to stop the bleeding.
She freezes as she hears him coughing up blood. She sees genuine panic in Yors red eyes as they frantically search for someone help him. She is rendered immobile by Twilights weak attempt to hold Yors hand as the light leaves his eyes.
She is shocked back to reality when she hears Yors anguished shriek. She stares at the woman lamely as the only though her mind has left to offer tumbles from her lips unfiltered.
“It was meant for you”