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[@Silvan Haven], [@Crimmy], [@Plank Sinatra], [@HereComesTheSnow]
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This was another part of our relationship. It was kind of like this complimenting insulting love. But it was completely unique to Gratia. It was just kind of the way she spoke. Probably because her family was so polite.

[color=9D36FF]“Alright, sure.”[/color] I said, opening the door allowing Gratia to enter the room and leading her back to my bed, which I saw down on. 

[color=9D36FF]“Everything okay?”[/color] I asked, I knew it was stupid as soon as the words escaped my lips. But there it was, floating through the aether. It wrung out through the room. She was fine. I knew that. She knew that. 

It wasn’t Gratia that needed a rescue party.

It was me. 

I brushed my hair out of my eyes as they glistened just the slightest amount. [color=9D36FF]“What’s wrong?”[/color] I said stopping myself short from continuing that line of questioning. My unsteady eyes watched Gratia, as hard as it was to hear her words when I was feeling this vulnerable, it was cathartic in a way. 

I braced myself for impact.