On Court's End.

"Elaine!" Christine shrieked as she peered closely at a globular mess on the floor. "Is this yours?" She then asked nicely as Elaine sauntered into the living room with her toy poodle in arms wearing bunny slippers and a bath robe, all pink.

"It's Booboo's," Elaine yawned.

"Well? Clean it up." Christine sneered and rolled her eyes.

It was all fine and well before Elaine and Christine moved in with each other. The two were very much in love with each other even if they were two sides of a coin never to meet eye to eye. Love was an overstatement to say the least since what they had for three out of their four year relationship was purely physical.  The afterglow finally wore off.

Christine was pragmatic and level headed while Elaine was lackadaisical. Though the sex was still good, fights over trivial things were what kept Christine up most nights. Elaine was all but aware of the current situation.

"Awwh," Elaine whined while she moped in to the bathroom for some tissue. Childish posturing such as these ate at Christine increasing her disdain towards her lover.

"I can't do this anymore," Christine said when Elaine crept back towards the poop. "You and I, it's not working," she stammered. Elaine's green eyes widened into a pool of tears, her cheeks turning red. "You and I, we're too different," With that, Christine went off to pack her bags.

"But I love you!" yelled Elaine before bursting into heartful sobs. Elaine walked briskly towards their bedroom. "You can't leave, where will you stay?" She said in between sobs.

"I'll stay with my parents until I find another place, I'm sorry E." As heartless as Christine sounded to herself she knew it had to be done. For both their sakes. "I'll pass you my half of the rent until I get a new tenant for this place, but I can't live with you anymore. I'm so sorry, E." Christine could feel her heart sink to her stomach and tears of her own crept to her lips. Bitter-sweet memories sprung from the salty taste reaching the inside of her mouth and she realised she had just ended four years of their lives. An amazing four years, she admitted to herself.

Elaine crouched quietly sobbing in the corner facing the front door. She didn't know what went wrong, why her lover had so quickly dropped the term 'us'. The sight of Christine walking away with her bags in hand was too painful. So painful that Elaine spaced out with only the barking of her small dog being the last thing she remembered.

Christine walked out of the house for the penultimate time and looked back to look at Elaine's emotionless face. She closed the door and left.