Mia's POV
"I thought you would leave me if you found out." Ava's voice was laced with pain, barely a whisper, but it hit me like a heavy weight in my chest.
"Did you honestly think that keeping this from me would make me stay?" I replied, my words spilling out in a mix of frustration and sorrow. "Ava, I trusted you completely, and I thought you would do the same. But now, I can't even think freely when you're around, and it suffocates me. You know everything about me, even the things I've never shared. It feels like you can hear my thoughts, and it's unnerving." My voice broke, betraying the hurt I felt. I was exposed, stripped down to my core, and the thought of standing next to my girlfriend in this vulnerable state was unbearable. She was not just my partner; she was my everything—my sister, my best friend, my lover.
"I am not human; I am a vampire," she confessed, shame evident in her tone. The weight of her revelation hung heavily in the air between us, complicating the moment further.
"You can hear everything I think?" I asked in disbelief, my voice barely above a whisper.
"Only when I'm close to you... and only your thoughts," Ava clarified, her eyes searching mine for any sign of understanding.
"How long have you known this about yourself?" I pressed, the urgency in my voice rendering the question all the more poignant.
"I've known ever since I turned ten years old. That's when things started to change for me. By the time I was eleven, I was feeding on blood, and that was also when I began to hear other people's thoughts," she revealed, each word drawing me deeper into a world that felt frightfully alien yet achingly familiar.
"Eleven years! You hid this from me for eleven years?" I exclaimed, the dismay rising in my chest. "You're twenty-one, and I'm twenty. For goodness' sake, I would never leave you just because you're different. It doesn't matter to me!"
"Don't lie to me, Mia. You would have left me," she insisted, her voice barely above a whisper, but the implication shattered any semblance of calm. "I am a monster, Mia."
Her admission struck something deep within me. "You don't even trust me," I said, my heart racing. "If you can't be honest with the person you claim to love, then whatever we had is over—so is our friendship." The finality of my words felt like both a release and a funeral dirge for everything we had built together.
"Exactly what I thought. You all end up leaving," Ava said, her voice trembling. She turned away from me, each step she took toward the door pierced through me like daggers. "Goodbye, Mia." And with that, she left the house, leaving me in a suffocating silence that felt heavier than the air.
I broke down, collapsing onto the floor as the tears streamed down my face. The grief was overwhelming; I had lost so much more than just a girlfriend. I had lost my love, my best friend, and the sisterhood that had flourished in our relationship. The world felt grayer without her, as if a vibrant part of my life had been brutally ripped away. I cried my heart out, each sob tearing through the fabric of my very being, echoing the profound emptiness that now consumed me. In an instant, everything I knew was gone, leaving behind a gaping void where our connection once thrived.