“Curious, that’s all.” Grace then held her hands up in defence as she moves away from Genny. After learning how her ex-girlfriend felt, the demigod didn’t know what to say to that seeing as she understood where she was getting at. This was what she already mentioned, not to mention feared the most. She made it clear that being Death wasn’t going to make their relationship easy, but Genny believed that they could make it work. Grace felt foolish for even giving it a chance as she knew this would happen. “Fair enough.” she said to her as she was prepared to letting her go. This was probably for the best like she had previously mentioned. “You deserve better Genny.”
Licking her lips, she felt her mouth go dry as she didn’t know what else to say. There was no use in going back and forth with what went wrong. However, Grace was gutted that she was too late to salvage this relationship. “Mhm, got it. Same to you, all the best with everything and everyone you do I guess.” She then chuckled softly at the poor attempt at a joke, before turning away. The demigod began to realize that she was slowly losing everyone she loves. Perhaps, this was a fate that was meant to be brought to her eventually and it was now slowly taking its effect. Clenching her fists, she was about to storm off when she noticed that Genny hadn’t left. Turning around, she frowned once she noticed her trembling and beginning to breakdown at her doorway. It broke her heart that she had caused that and she felt no right to go console her, but she did so anyways, because cared about Genny even though she pushed her away on purpose.
Appearing in front of the blonde, Death’s gaze softened as she carefully reached out to her and pulled her in for an embrace. She then pressed her lips against Genny’s temple and murmured, “It’s going to be okay. It’s okay to let go. I know it’s not enough, but I’m sorry…I’m really sorry for hurting you Genevieve.”
She wasn’t sure if she was being shortsighted or just blinded by her own ignorance and naivety, but she hated that Grace wasn’t fighting back. Genny knew that she was saying hurtful words because she thought that there would be more a of a fight. Grace seemed so sure of herself and so ready to push her away so Genny thought that she needed leave with her fire still in tact. The difficult part of this all was that she was sure that her fire was the brightest when she was with her and it was hard to say what was better than the person who she thought was the best.
Genny reached up and pressed her sleeve to her eyes, trying to dry them enough so she could see. It wasn’t like her to cry like this in front of anyone. Her parents never told her not to cry, but she always thought that crying made her less worthy of the family name. Her family was filled with brilliance, almost unshakable, and expected to do great things. When she cried, she felt like it was such a waste of time and another embarrassment that she’d need to cover up eventually. She didn’t see any strength in her sadness. Genny hugged her box of memories tighter and quietly told herself to move.
What’s the use of crying? All of it’s done anyways.
“No, it’s not, it’s not going to be okay because you’re supposed to hate me right now... Not... be doing this.” She turned to her ever so slightly. Her voice is barely above a whisper. She can’t stop shaking. Genny wanted to stay angry because of what happened, but she couldn’t find a good enough reason to keep her feelings inside. Instead of growing warmer, the heat radiating off of her seems to disappear, leaving her colder than the hallway they were standing in. “It hurts so much because I love you... I’m sorry...” She wiped her tears some more before she made some room so she could drop the box.