grellshitei:

hanakotobawakodoku:

grellshitei:

hanakotobawakodoku:

“I dinnae ken wha’ yer talkin’ about. Jus’ forget it, Grell.” Showing no sympathy, Eric moved away from her and sat into his armchair. He didn’t look at her. 

She didn’t follow him. Instead she stood her ground, fists balled tightly at her sides and shaking. “Maybe you can forget but I can’t! I’m the one who has to remember everything! I remember everything you forget Eric!”

“Ye can remember wha’e’er ye wan’, but I don’ have room in m’ life f’r it anymore, Grell. Don’ ye get tired o’ arguing a’ the time?”

“Of course I do…but if you don’t have room in your life for it then why do you always show up to remind me? Sometimes I think that it can all be done…but then you show up at my door and we’re right back here again because you always say the same things…”

“But I’m no’ sayin’ anythin’ now, Grell! I’m sayin’ tha’ we can’, and tha’ I love someone else!”

© OCTOMOOSEY