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No. This wasn't going to happen. Maebe was far too stubborn to just let this happen right in front of her eyes. She did not roll over and let the world trample over her, she fought it with all of her might. Tooth, nail, claws, everything would dig in and burrow until she was an immovable force.

But she was never, and had never been, an immovable force. She just left scars in the wake of her attempts to hold on.

She let out an accidental choke of a sob when Cami told her that she loved her. It sounded far too much like goodbye for her tastes. She ground her teeth and sent Otto unsubtle eye movements trying to get him to do something. All she got was the sound of his silent betrayal, and his back. His back.

Maebe would have been happy to help Cami move out, if not for the fact she was about to be far too busy tearing new scars into Otto's body.

"NO." She screamed, jumping forward and grabbing him until her nails scratched right through his shirt into his back. "You are NOT walking away from her like this. You.. you.. a*****e." She should have been angry for herself. She knew she should have been. But the overwhelming need to stop him from hurting Cami by any means had caused her to lose her mind, attacking him with vicious abandon. She tried to climb up onto his back, and pull him down to the ground.

"Otto, TELL HER YOU WANT HER TO STAY. DO IT! DO IT!" She screamed, as she hurled tiny, useless fists at his body.

Sometimes you thought a day couldn't get any more surreal. Couldn't get any worse. Then Maebe Grace Bertrand threw herself onto Otto Graves like an incredibly angry cat, all nails and screeching, and Cami's eyes went as wide as saucers. She wanted to step in, wanted to pull her girlfriend off of her best friend, but didn't know how. Pressing hands against her eyes again she let him yell, let him vent his frustration, and then yelled right back.

"That's why I'm leaving! Maebe stop it. Just...stop. Please. I'm gonna pack my things and go to Mimsy's. We all need space right now, lots of room to breathe, and think, and ******** cry because you bet I'm going to be doing a lot of that and..." Her breath ran out and she took another one, letting loose on another tirade. "And then, when Otto wants me to come back home, he'll ask. When you want me to come back to be your girl, you'll ask." She couldn't talk to Otto directly because it was hurting too much but Maebe...things were alright with Maebe. She thought.

She knew he would let her stay and leave himself to go huddle out in the frozen wilderness somewhere in Canada but this was his home. Never mind that it was hers too, it was his first, and she'd always told him that when the time came he could ask her to leave without any trouble. Never had the Sun expected Maebe to turn on Otto on her behalf! And it really shouldn't have turned her on just a little bit.

Without another word she turned and walked into the bedroom, shutting the door on both of them so that she could pack her things. Either of them could try to knock, or really walk in, but right now she was going to give them both their precious ******** space. Packing was haphazard and she was sure that she'd grabbed some of Maebe's clothing as well as her own, but she didn't care. All of her things were piled in the center of her vivid comforter, the one Otto had purchased just for her, before the bundle was knotted like she was going to put it on the edge of a stick.

Almost all of the glow in the dark stars from the ceiling were pulled off, a few had paint stuck to them still, leaving small holes behind. A lamp was carefully folded up in a sweater and pushed into the center of the mass. The size of her makeshift sack was rather obscene, as were the two bags she'd loaded out with various toiletries and small things she'd bought or been given as presents, dragging it all out into the living room when she was finished packing.

There was nothing to do now but say goodbye.

He trembled as Maebe got up close, accusing him of things he didn't care to hear. No. He was telling the truth. But because he had hid something from her, nothing he said would ever be trusted anymore. He'd broken the trust he'd worked hard to earn, and now he was just a....

He was forced with a kiss he didn't want. Not while she was so angry with him. But she had him held in a way he couldn't fight. He didn't have the heart to shove her again. He wanted Maebe, but not this Maebe. He wanted to be kissed by a Maebe who wasn't angry at him. A happy one.

Her threat loomed even after she locked herself in with Cami. Cami was packing her things, and Maebe was gone. Left with alone, Otto finally left the apartment. He left hastily, not even getting his shoes.

He cried as he slammed the door behind him, rushing down the hallway to find somewhere to be. Somewhere not there. Alone. Somewhere... somewhere... Maybe the jungle. A place on the island he could wail and sob without being judged or yelled at. Threatened. Hated. He wanted to be upset, sad and miserable without being told he hadn't a right to be. Because he'd done this to them.

It was all his fault.

Maebe was against the wall and her back sung with pain, tense and tortured and not quite ready for another rough night. She felt Cami's hands around her wrists and she smiled, but the smile faded when the woman spoke. This was love, and not the sick, twisted black hole that she kept sucking people into.

She felt arms wrap around her, and her own mimicked the movement, holding her lover gently in loose arms. Her brain was slow to understand that their moment was healthy, and normal. She couldn't remember what normal was, anymore.

"I don't want room. I want - I want - " She wanted things to be the way they were before all of this. She wanted Otto to come storming through their door and demand they both live with him forever. She wanted her heart to stop hurting. She wanted to believe in something without it crashing down around her.

"I want you." She admitted, pressing a kiss to the crook of Cami's neck. "And I love you, too."

There was a sick, twisted pleasure in enjoying the moment hidden behind the walls of Otto's room. Otto, who could have had it all, if he'd only known what he wanted. They were leaving this apartment, probably forever, but here they were pressed up against one another, warm and needy, claiming the room one last time. She smiled again, and there was no love in that smile. Only lust, and perhaps just a kiss of revenge.

She slid her hands down to Cami's rear, used it to pull her lover flush, and spoke volumes of just how terrible she really was in the look she gave the woman. Deep in those eyes, she told Cami that she would be ready to move out of the apartment, after showing it the respect it deserved.