Ginia stops and glances briefly over her shoulder, enough to see him, but not really look at him. She can't look at him yet, maybe not ever again. Not after cutting him, not after hurting Helios. Yet there's still the necklace around her neck. It feels almost like a collar because she knows they want her back and one day she will return to them, but why they still accept her is what she can't figure out.
Forgiveness is a strange and tricky thing. It isn't something she can ask for and she feels she doesn't deserve it, but they'll give it to her anyway, wrapped up in layers of love and concern.
But even knowing all this, she turns away and continues on, literally disappearing out of sight. Wherever she came from, she can't go back.
It's a sour note on a day of weddings, but hell, everyone's in for a bunch of disappointment anyway.
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Forgiveness is a strange and tricky thing. It isn't something she can ask for and she feels she doesn't deserve it, but they'll give it to her anyway, wrapped up in layers of love and concern.
But even knowing all this, she turns away and continues on, literally disappearing out of sight. Wherever she came from, she can't go back.
It's a sour note on a day of weddings, but hell, everyone's in for a bunch of disappointment anyway.