110 Run

"It hasn't even been 7 minutes and you're already starting this? Do I look like I came to watch a drama? I came to do my job. Just like you do yours," Vixen muttered, his eyes glaring at Brianna, "you don't have to stick your nose in my business just because you feel like you knew me for longer. Time doesn't equal trust. Especially not if the person is spying on you."

Brianna broke down and cried, her body limply falling to the ground. "Just forget about it. Stop going missing, stop waiting, stop lamenting. She's not going to come back so what are you waiting for?"

Vixen stood up from his seat and picked up his phone, placing it in his back pocket. He was done in this room. The moment he saw a tear run down anybody's face, he was done. 

"I'm going to be leaving now," Vixen muttered, his hands picking up things at a lightning speed. He wanted to get out, He needed to leave. 

"Vixen- no... I'm sorry, stay," Brianna wiped her tears as she stood up and walked to his side, her hand reaching out for his.

He dodged it.

He continued to pick up things from the table. He left behind the pancake on her plate but carried the tray. Along with that on the table, he left her drink, napkins, and her fork. He stared at it for a moment then took it off the table and placed it on the cart. He placed a plastic fork down.

After making sure he had what he needed, he turned to Brianna. 

"I'll be back soon," Vixen smiled. He took a small bow before her and turned around to leave. 'Library…'

"Wait-" Brianna called out again, her hand firmly grabbing him by the arm. He didn't flinch. He didn't even look down at it. He simply didn't care. 

Brianna retracted her hand. Her fingers clenched into a tight fist before it reached her side. 

"Do you always have to leave?" Brianna muttered. She resisted the urge to hold onto him by the end of his shirt. 

It felt like he was slipping away. Like she needed to hold on. 

"There's nothing wrong with staying. Am I ugly when I cry or something? Haha…" Brianna chuckled emptily. 

"When did this become about you?" Vixen replied, his voice low and detached. 

He had already left the conversation, there was nothing left to say.

"I'm sorry," Brina repeated. 

"I'm sorry too," Vixen repeated. He lied.

Without a moment of hesitation, he pressed his finger into the finger recognition on the wall and pulled the door open. He left the room as silently as he had come in. 

Brianna watched the door slowly close. 

Her body moved before she could think and pulled the door open, her face displaying desperation. Her eyes locked eyes with his. He was already a few feet away from the door.

'He left without a thought huh…' Brianna thought to herself, 'well… I don't care.'

She ran towards him, with only one thought in mind, and looked up into his eyes. He stared back at her emptily. He had predicted this. She didn't care, he wouldn't predict this.

A few feet away from Vixen and she jumped, a hug she had given him many times before. A few seconds before her eyes closed she saw his hands move, they were already ready to catch her. She smiled and shut her eyes. 

Her body met with his a second later but the thing she wanted to touch the most, she didn't reach. Instead, her lips made contact with a cold object. 

"Is this the best you wanted to do?" Vixen muttered, his eyes peering at Brianna. "In the midst of everything, the thing was on your mind?"

Brianna trembled. His voice rang in her head like a bell. It dizzied her. 

Vixen's face curled up into disgust. It took every atom in him to not dump her on the ground and cut her off completely. 

"Do you know what you look like the most to me right now?" Vixen chuckled. 

Brianna twitched.

"You look like them. Desperate and pathetic. Too undeserving of the title pitiful," Vixen smiled. "You look like their exact copy."

Her heart dropped like crystals falling from a cave. The feeling of falling down from a height she felt the most comfortable in was frightening. 

Her blue eyes shyly open to face Vixen's. Her long eyelashes brushed against his large hand that covered her mouth. 

"Do not compare me to them," Brianna's voice wavered. "I'm special."

"I compare you to whoever you look the most similar to.��

"No vixen… I'm special. Don't call me that," Brianna sobbed as tears began to form at the edge of her eyes again. 

"You must really like the fact that I give you chances. The chance to redeem yourself of the bullshit you do. Is it fun to see me walk into your room every day after you've done something wrong and completely pretend that nothing wrong?" Vixen chuckled, "it was exciting wasn't it? You felt as if you could do anything to me and I'll return just as I did before the argument right?"

Brianna's mouth opened to say something but she couldn't find the right words. 

"You're right you were special. And you're right I did look at the time I've known you. But it just made me realize how much time I've wasted arguing day in and night with you and then returning to pretend nothing was wrong," Vixen grinned, "just because I am your server doesn't make you my master. Noting you've done is right Brianna. And I'm sick and tired of dealing with it."

"Vixen…" Brianna muttered. 

"I'm dropping serving you," Vixen sighed, his grip on Brianna's waist released. 

"No… Vixen," Brianna muttered, her hands cupping his face.

"Get your hands off me," Vixen snapped, swatting Brianna's hand away. He couldn't help but feel disgusted. His stomach churned. 

He wanted to get back to his library. He wanted to read about rabbits. He wanted to blend in with the library shelves, he wanted to visit the "Lapis Lazully" room. Anywhere but here at that moment. 

"Vixen…"

"You must really like my name, it's all you've been saying for the past 5 minutes,"

Brianna gave a strained smile, "That's because I really like you."

Vixen resisted the urge to roll his eyes far back into their sockets. His hands stung, he spent too much time in contact with her. 

"Your new server will be there tomorrow morning. Transfer your feelings to him. I'm sure he'll appreciate it," Vixen suggested kindly, his grip on her waist getting looser by the moment. He hated physical contact. Especially one that he's forced into.

Tap

Their heads turned in the direction of the sound. 

Tap Tap Tap Tap

The footsteps neared and Brianna turned to face Vixen. Without a moment to spare, she grabbed his head and pulled it towards hers. The footsteps slowed to a stop in front of them. It bent over in exhaustion and looked up at Vixen.

"Mr. Vixen?" The tired voice called out. 

"Ah... Antonin," Vixen nearly exclaimed in happiness. That soon was quieted down when he saw the franticness in Antonin's eyes. "Is something wrong?

"*huff* R-Regan," Antonin panted. 

"Regan?" Vixen replied, cocking his head to the side.

Antonin took a deep breath in and looked up to Vixen. "There's something wrong with Regan."

Brianna's ears perked up. 'Regan?' she looked up at Antonin curiously, 'Regan Duran?'

"What happened to her?" Vixen asked, his concern slowly rising. 

"She's hyperventilating," Antonin coughed and he pointed down the hall. 

"Huh?!" Vixen flinched, his alarm levels going off. "Where is she right now?!"

"I-in her r-room," Antonin replied. 

"You left her in her room?! Why didn't you just call for help?" Vixen scolded, "Do you know what could be happening to her right now?! Why would you leave her alone?!"

Vixen turned around and began walking towards Regan's room

"Wait, Vixen I want to come along-"

"Shut up," Vixen snapped, he had begun running down the hall. 

Antonin exchanged a nod of greetings with Brianna and stagger-ran after Vixen. 

Down the halls, they ran for a solid one minute and a few seconds after until they saw Regan's room. Vixen looked at the number on the door and down at the handle. He pulled it open. 

It had been a while.

He almost froze when he saw her laying on the floor limply, a pool of vomit near her head, her body twitching weakly. 

It was a surprise to see Regan after all the time, it was worse to see her in this state. Quickly he came to her side and placed his hand in front of her nose. Shallow breathing. At least she was ok. 

"W-What do we do?" Antonin muttered. 

"Could you leave?" Vixen muttered, he grabbed Regan by the shoulder. 

"What?" Antonin muttered, taken by surprise by his request.

"I said, can you leave?" Vixen repeated.

"But-" Antonin looked down at Regan lying in his arms. 

"Leave. Now," Vixen glared at Antonin. He immediately turned around and left the room. 

Slowly he closed the door, the last glance into the room he saw was of Vixen holding on tightly to her body.