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She’d felt her heart stop and break before, she’d felt it a thousand times by now – but why did this time feel so much worse? Grell didn’t really want to think about it, she just wanted everything to stop.
Maybe she shouldn’t have been surprised, wasn’t that just what happened? They always found someone else, someone better, and then she was cast aside yet again. She’d just been foolish to think that Eric would be different, that maybe he would be a man that she could finally be safe with and that she wouldn’t have to learn to let go of.
It would have been better for to just learn to be lonely.
Her fists shook at her sides, turning away from him as her jaw clenched and she fought off the oncoming tears that burned like nothing else. Why did it ache so much? W H Y??? She didn’t have an answer and she knew he probably wouldn’t give her a good one anyway.
“Just go. Get out.” Her voice came out deadpan, devoid of anger and full of nothing but numbness. “Go back to them, before I slit your damn throat.” She wouldn’t cry where he could see, wouldn’t unleash the anger that was begging to rise out of her chest, this time, she wouldn’t let herself feel anything at all.
After all of the time they had spent together, Eric assumed that Grell would be able to tell the difference between a serious confession and a playful jab. Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case. “Aw, lass,” he purred, a wry grin curling at the corners of his mouth. “Wha’s go’ ye s’ wound up tha’ ye cannae tell when I’m jus’ jokin’ around?”
He went to her, arms spread wide to gather her into an embrace, should she choose to believe him. After all, it wouldn’t have been the first time she’d taken him too seriously.
