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"So...you still love him?"

The dark haired woman had shifted her arms around on the railing of the foot bridge as she looked down at the tattooed runes on the back of her hands. She thought for a short moment, although it seemed like a longer, stretch of time to her friend. Which made him uneasy as he held his breath in anxiety of her answer.

"I do," she said, quietly. She frowned and lowered herself a little, leaning her chin on both hands.

"I see...." the knight replied, turning away from her so she couldn't see the hurt in his face. "I suppose I figured that out long ago. I just don't understand how you can love and not be loved in return," he said. He'd suddenly realized how hurtful that must have sounded. "I apologize, I didn't mean--" he quickly added.

"No, it's alright. I often wonder that myself. Being in love with a man who doesn't love you back. For so many years. So many...It's been such a burden on my heart, but I enjoy his company. More than anyone I've ever known," she explained.

The man in armor had felt like he'd been punched in the stomach. She'd always be inlove with that man and he, himself, could never fill in that void. He didn't even dare try. The woman he loved had loved another and would forever love him. He could not change that.

"I'm sorry, Marcus. I know how you feel about me and if I lead you on, I didn't mean to. I like spending time with you too, for what it's worth. I care about you as well, but I just don't feel anything intimate toward you...I can also say that I know exactly how you feel right now and that makes me a terrible person, doesn't it?"

"No, of course not. You can't help what your heart feels, Grace. You can't make it stop loving Ion and you can't make it love me if you don't, I understand."

The woman shook her head and slumped over on the bridge, holding her head in her hands.

"I can imagine how wounded you feel...the very way Ion makes me feel."

He sighed and sat next to her, his armor clunking against the aged wood. He crossed one leg over the other and nudged her a little, smiling reluctantly.

"Could you atleast do me the honor of allowing me to court you...just for awhile? Just to see if there's anything at all?" he tried, shamed of how pathetic and desperate he must seem now.

Grace looked up at him, smiling and wiping at her eyes. "You're very persistent."

He leaned his head back on the rail, chuckling. "Yeah, that's why I'm a knight."

"Alright. We can try...if you really want to," she agreed.

He smiled even wider, reaching his hand over to hers and grasping it gently. "I really do," he told her.

Grace returned the light squeeze and nodded a little. "Okay, Marcus. Alright."

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Clarissa: homigawd! 8D Grace has a boyfriend!

Emily: She does?

Clarissa: Yeah! He's a knight! D'awww, he luffs her.

Grace: *blush* Be quiet, Clarissa....

Emily: I don't think this is such a good idea, Grace.

Grace: What isn't?

Emily: Hmmm, I really, really, don't think that's a good idea.

Clarissa: Come off it! She needs some lovin' too! D8

Emily: Ark won't be very happy about this. Whereever he is.

Grace: : < I miss my son. He won't come home and I can't find him anywhere.