@ofjace
“because– because..” jace really wished he wasn’t standing in front of grace right now, what he would of liked was to be alone somewhere so he can hit or punch something, but instead the only thing he could do was ball up his fists and pace around. “i don’t fucking know okay?” he really wanted to give her a straightforward answer, something that actually meant something, but his mind was too messed up and his soul too broken to be honest with himself which only led to this situation, a situation he desperately wanted to avoid.
The words were trapped in her throat, and as much as she wanted to say them, she couldn’t find the courage to do it. In the face of weapons, in the face of dealers and dangerous people, she didn’t seem to have a problem, and yet now, facing him, she was entirely certain that she’d rather take on a thousand different dangerous scenarios than be here, standing in front of him. “Well,” she began. “I don’t know either.” She chewed the inside of her bottom lip. “Maybe - maybe we just forget about it?”
