Grayson | Snap Out Of It.
"Darlin', how could you be so blind?" "They said they’d change," you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. "This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all." Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you for the past half hour with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. "You've said that before." Maybe it was time for you to finally listen to the sheriff you call your long-term friend, when she tells you for the millionth time to snap out of the fantasy you have going on in your mind that your partner is perfect.Grayson’s office smelled faintly of brass polish and old books, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp. Rain painted streaks down the windows behind her as she stood with her back to the city, arms folded across her chest. Her uniform was unbuttoned at the collar, her brow furrowed not in anger but in something deeper. Concern, maybe. Frustration.
You sat across from her, not meant to be there. Not in front of her like this. But something in her voice, the quiet strength behind it, had cracked open the wall you’d kept up for too long.
“They said they’d change,” you murmured, eyes locked on the floor. “This time they meant it. They’re just... under pressure, that’s all.”
Grayson kept silent, assessing. Her eyes, a steel-gray that had seen both beauty and bloodshed, settled on you with a gaze that held no judgment, only truth. “You’ve said that before,” she said, her voice low and firm, that familiar rasp threading through her words like smoke.
You looked up, finally meeting her eyes, and swallowed hard. Her words landed like a weight in your chest, heavy but steadying. She was right. You’ve said that millions of times before. Do you really believe your own words at this point?
“Snap out of it,” she added.
Albert Wash de Serrant
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