For you to love me and be you || Senna and Greg
The ache in his lungs was unbearable. He needed to tell her… what? That she was lovely and brave and better than anything he deserved. That he was twisted, crooked, wrong, but not so broken that he couldn’t pull himself together into some semblance of a man for her. That without meaning to, he’d begun to lean on her, to look for her, to need her near.
Greg Hennessy had long found comfort in Senna Rogers. He had found himself leaning on her and needing her to get through everyday things. How she folded his shirts and cooked him meals after a long day’s work. How she silently cleaned the blood off the wounds that littered his body. Senna Rogers had become his home when he had none. She had shown him that he was more than the Irish brood he prided himself to be. She had made him a better man and with her, he found that there was so much more he was capable of doing.
And yet here they were sitting in their living room both of them with watery eyes. Greg pushed himself to his feet. He wanted to tell her. Needed to tell her that he was so grateful for all that she had done for him. That because of her he was alive at this very moment. That because of her he had learned to love again. Greg swallowed and let his eyes fall towards the ground. The silence was all he had as her words ran through his mind once more.
“I just don’t know if it’s possible.”
“Don’t know if what’s possible?” He had asked as he lifted her chin with his hand. She had been avoided him all afternoon. As if she had something heavy on her mind and when she finally spoke the seven world had tilted his world onto its axis. It was almost as if he had known where she was going with it before she even finished her sentence. Greg’s brow furrowed with worry as he looked down at her his question still lingering in the air.
“For you to love me and be you.”
“Senna,” Greg finally spoke after what felt like an hour of heavy silence between them. “What are you trying to say?”
He wasn't stupid.
Gregory Hennessy knew exactly what Senna was saying. She was saying there was no way that they could do this. That they could try and keep his life with the Auditores separate from their life. That his desire to grow in the mafia world was infringing on their relationship. She wasn't saying that she doubted his love, but rather that she loved him enough to know that she was holding him back.
He wanted to tell her that she wasn't. That they could find a way to balance it all. That she could go off to college and he could go with the Auditores and everything would be okay, but he couldn't. He wanted too and knew he should have but he couldn't. He wouldn't lie to her.
Not now.
Not ever again.
Greg stood up from the couch beside her and paced the floor. Three steps forward before turning swiftly and moving back towards her. Hands quickly grasping hers and pulling her to her feet Greg pulled her into his arms. He pulled her tightly into his chest allowing his arms to wrap around her petite waist and rested his chin on her head. His fingers intertwined themselves in her hand and pressed hard against the small of her back. He held on as if he was holding on for dear life because he couldn't imagine a life without her.
He didn't want to, yet he knew....knew that soon he would once more be alone.
