Don't you ever wonder why it's called falling in love?

Lies, lies, lies. She wasn't having her best day anyways. The chocolate brown doe pressed her head against the cold stone pillar in front of her. The rain was pouring down on her, causing her slender antlers to tremble. She was freezing and soaked to the bone. But the voice held her fast, catching her better then vines ever could. Those two aren't gonna last long, dear. One little argument and it'll all fall apart at the seams. The wind buffeted her fur, but the soft cackle was easily detectable.

"Vous n'avez aucun droit de dire cela. Et vous n'avez aucune idée ce qui se produira, l'une ou l'autre." Her words were tart, but weary - even he could sense it. "Un démon si vil que vous n'a jamais eu une once d'expérience dans l'amour." Another dry laugh met her reply. Sticks and stones, m'dear. And, you know, I've been told by my last hostess that it's an easy thing to accomplish. Falling in love. So, is it not an easy thing to end?

She didn't answer. She couldn't. The doe let herself slump sideways into the mud. I thought not. See you tomorrow. The weight lifted from her mind within moments, leaving her cold, wet, and utterly alone. But, perhaps, solitude was better then company for now. The creature in her mind had left her quaking. She blinked delicately, slowing her breathing, and pulled herself slowly upright.

"Noir. Dirty, hideous bête."

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lol. Di has problems. c: Noir is uh...someguy. That seemed interesting enough to use as a schizophrenia example.
LOL I so ripped this offa some of my old characters. |D I never use them anymore so whatever.
Can you tell I feel all ew. C|