“Wow, okay. So now you’re insinuating that I’m stupid?” Tom nodded, a sardonic smile was plastered over his features as he crossed his arms over his chest. He looked away and rolled his eyes. In a city filled with supernatural beings, it was difficult to be human and feeling underestimated was something he hated. Her argument only fueled his anger and upset him more. All he wanted was for her to be open with him. He thought they were friends and he had even thought that they could be more. The feeling he had for her were stronger than just friendship. “No, you’re the one who doesn’t understand. There aren’t any facts to be understood here. It’s not a technical situation! It’s me wanting you to be honest with me.” he argued back, raising his voice to the point that it echoed through the room. “So if you’re not a good person, how come you pretended to be one? Why?” he questioned, letting his hands fall. He stood his ground after she rose from her seat.
The tears that gathered around his eyes fell down his cheeks as she started to tell him the entire truth behind her. He stood frozen as he looked at her, eyes widened and his mouth a gape. Tom was taken back by her words, he had a mixture of emotions that he had absolutely no idea how to react. He swiped the tears away from his face with his hands. She was the one that had put the curse on Silas, the one who decided his fate and yet, he couldn’t bring himself to hate her. Maybe because he met someone else, someone who enjoyed talking about history, liked trying different foods and spoke kind words to him. “Because you can forget everything and prove to yourself that you can be happy. You can but you don’t let yourself.” Tom shook his head as he looked to her, “You know, maybe you’re the one getting in the way of your own happiness by letting your grudge consume you. And in the process, you’re just hurting the people who want to see you happy. Who want you to move on. Who want to love you.”
“I never said that you were stupid Tom.Don’t twist my words.” Qetsiyah said shortly, her mood wavering between anger, and sadness. Perhaps if she had been sober this would have been easier, she could have held herself together, or at least attempted to save face, but any hope of that went out the window. “I’m trying to be honest with you! But when honest, people leave. Or, in your case, they run away. And I didn’t want that to happen. Sorry I don’t carry a broom and wear a pointed hat.” she muttered, flexing her fingers as she tried to calm herself down, a gesture that failed miserably. “I never pretended to be a good person, but I can’t the way you interpreted my personality.” she added, trying to absolve herself of even a bit of guilt before she dropped her bombshell.
His tears caused more pain than she could have ever anticipated, feeling as if she was being crushed as she watched him look at her so brokenly. The truth had to come out some time, now was as appropriate as ever. At least now she had some liquid courage to help her, and he already was afraid of her, she might as well give him a real reason to be. She waited for him to say something, anything to break the silence. She would have broken the silence herself if she could have found the words, but what could she say to him? Sorry wasn’t enough, nothing would ever be enough. He probably hated her now anyway, so what was the point?
“Do you think I want to be miserable? That I want to spend the rest of existence like this?” she asked, tears falling from her own eyes now, unable to hold them back. She couldn’t deny his point, she’d let anger, rejection, and her misery fuel her for centuries, and she couldn’t keep living like that. Sooner or later something had to give, and at the moment, she felt certain that she was about to break. “ My grudge is what had kept me alive, otherwise I would have drowned centuries in anguish centuries ago.” she said while he still spoke, freezing up with those last five words. “ You shouldn’t say that if you don’t mean it.” Qetsiyah said, her voice practically shaking. “Because I do love you Tom Avery, and I don’t think I can bare another false promise or hope of my affections being returned.”