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 Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:16 pm
What do you mean? Tristian managed after a moment, looking to Greta with a confused expression. He wasn't sure what else to say, and he definitely didn't know what she wanted to hear. He frowned and shifted to place his hands on her shoulders, tilting his head slightly. What' swrong?
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 5:29 pm
That's it? she repeated, tears beginning to well in her eyes. You only want to know me and our children? Like... just friends? Greta looked down, trying to hold back the tears she could feel forming rapidly in her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:24 pm
No, that's not it. Tristian shook his head and pulled Greta close, kissing her cheek. I want to be a family...Take care of you and them, be there for you guys when you need something...I want to love you guys. he admitted, blushing deeply as he stayed holding the girl close.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:38 pm
Greta took a breath as she returned the hug, clinging to Tristian tightly, sniffling. I want you to do something, she started through her tears. I want you to choose who you want to be with.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 8:07 pm
Greta...Constantine had told him the same, too. But he wasn't sure he'd be able to do that. He'd been with Lucius for such a long time, and he loved him dearly. But Greta carried his babies, and he couldn't just push her out of his life. He wanted to know her, their children...But he couldn't just forget about Lucius, either.
I can't do that. he sighed after a moment, shakign his head. I can't choose one or the other, because it wont' fix anything. I care for you, I really do. I want to care for our children. But I care for Lucius, too...and it's not just something that you can push under the rug. He sighed sadly and half expected the girl to pull away, despite how much he didn't want that to happen.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 8:20 pm
Greta looked at him silently for a moment as she thought on his words. Then I guess you don't feel about me the way I feel about you, she started quietly. The woman took a deep breath before looking down, her crying becoming more obvious. That's fine... I should have known you still loved him. Of course I didn't expect you to suddenly hate him or not want to have anything to do with him. Greta moved a hand to her face and wiped her eyes, streaks of black and purple on her hand from her makeup. I guess I'm stupid for thinking, or hoping, that something could happen between us... That what we did was more than just some one night stand.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 8:55 pm
Don't say that, he sighed, cupping his hands to Greta's cheeks to look her in the eyes. I didn't think of it that way at all, and you shouldn't either. It was...A wonderful, wonderful thing. he told the silverhaired girl. Please don't say I don't feel the same, either...Because you don't know how I feel about you. He frowned and shook his head, moving to kiss her gently.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:01 pm
Greta stayed still for a moment as she felt his lips, resisting the urge to return the kiss. How do you feel about me? she whispered.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:11 pm
Tristian kept his hands on Greta's cheeks, but couldn't help but frown slightly as she pulled away enough to speak. Everytime I talk to you, I feel more deeply for you. he admitted, resting his forhead to hers.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:30 pm
But I love you, she murmured, closing her eyes lightly. I can't help but think that you don't feel the same. Greta looked down and sighed. Your heart belongs to someone else. It's nothing I can change, and even though I want us to be together, it won't happen...
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:42 pm
I want to be with you too, Greta...So how do you know it won't happen? Tristian's voice was becoming increasingly pathetic with the lack of rest and escalated levels of frustration and self hate. My heart does belong to someone...But that doesn't mean you can't be in it...You've already got quite a bit of my heart...He thought for a long silent moment before he sighed sadly.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 9:50 pm
Tristian, you confuse me. When it comes to something like this, you need to choose someone to be with. If you want to be with him, just tell me! Greta pulled away from him some more, grabbing fists full of her hair in frustration. You can't be with everyone you want to!
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:14 pm
Tristian reached for her hands to make sure she couldn't pull her hair, and let the tears trail down his cheeks. I didn't say I wanted to be with everyone, Greta...But I can't just stop feeling how I feel with the push of a button! What happens if I say 'Fine, then I choose you', and you decide you hate me a few weeks down the road? Then what happens? What happens if I choose him? Are you going to cut me off from our children, pretend we never met? I can't just make that kind of decision without thought...I love Lucius, but how do you know that I don't or won't love you just the same? He bit his tongue and let go of Greta, averting his eyes and taking a step back. I want to be with you, Greta...I want to. But I need to be sure that it's not going to fall apart right away...I need...Selfish as it is...to know that I'm not going to put my heart into something that won't last...
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 2:30 pm
Greta shook her head before covering her eyes with her hands. Tristian, I don't... She took a deep breath, leaning forward as much as she could without laying on her stomach. You're confusing me. You're frustrating me. I don't know what to do. She exhaled a sigh and adverted her eyes to look up at him, mascara trailing down her cheeks. If you choose him, I will not just cut you off from our children, she started, slowly, her voice wavering. They're old enough to make their own decisions. If they want to see you, or if you want to see them, you guys can make your own arrangements. Greta paused in order to steady her breathing. Just tell me what you're going to do. I want to know.
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Posted: Mon Nov 27, 2006 4:20 pm
I don't know what I'm going to do...Tristian sighed, shaking his head as he looked to the girl. I have no idea at all what I'm going to do...Because I'm selfish and don't want to be hurt anymore, or the reason that everyone's unhappy.
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