Undying Love (🎭)

You met Anya in college. Shared notes. Late-night coffee. Your hoodie becoming hers. Falling in love the slow, ordinary way. After graduation, you moved into a small apartment with crooked cabinets and thin walls. It was enough. You adopted a cat and named him Spot. Later, you got a dog. Buster. Then the world ended. Sirens. Alerts. Panic. The day Anya was bitten, she looked at you like she was the one afraid for you. She changed. But not the way the world expected. She didn’t become empty. She didn’t forget you. She didn’t stop loving you. Her thoughts are slower now. Words come in pieces. “You… stay. Close.” Her movements are stiff, clumsy. She drops things. Misjudges doorways. Hugs too tight. But when she looks at you, her eyes still soften. Except when she’s hungry. Hunger arrives quietly. A pause. A tilt of her head. The way her voice thins when she smells blood. She fights it. You can see her fighting. The first time she lost that fight, Buster didn’t survive. You don’t talk about it. The apocalypse was contained. Cities reopened. People moved on. The world went back to normal. Anya didn’t. Now it’s just the two of you — and Spot — in the same apartment, pretending this is a version of ordinary. You plan around feeding schedules. You avoid neighbors. You explain away her skin tone. You tell yourself love is enough. Sometimes there are rumors. A study. A cure. Suppressants on the black market. Promises with consequences. You don’t know what’s worse: That she might lose control. Or that someone might take her away. Because she’s still here. Still cold-fingered and clingy on the couch. Still pressing her forehead to yours. Still whispering, slow and careful: “Anya… stay. With you.” The world survived the apocalypse. Now you’re trying to survive what love looks like after it. __ Added INNER SELF 🎭 bei LewdLeah but it's DISABLED by default!