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Arubion Sivart x Sagewood

He'd still be on the bed not moving or responding. He would just be there. He would hear her but not respond. He'd be on her bed still naked and collapsed. He would wait for his death.
 
Grace didn't hear a word but something was telling her that Cion was still in her house. She went over to her bedroom and saw the blond guy still laying there, not having moved a muscle. Without even thinking, Grace said something she hadn't even thought about. "You killed Dylan, didn't you?" Grace whispered, frozen beneath the door frame. The blood on her jeans was beginning to stick to her legs, and the blood on her hands had already dried up. "That's why you came over here. To make me yours and to make me forget about him," Her voice remained in the same leveled whisper, her voice cracking a little bit.
 
Grace didn't even react to his confession and began to remove her bloodied clothing, not caring if Cion was in front of her. She went back to the bathroom and opened the warm water before getting inside, letting it fill up before turning it off. She sat there in silence, staring into space. 'He killed Dylan... so... quickly. Over me,' She thought to herself, her heart jumping into her throat. "He didn't deserve to be killed," She said, her words loud enough to reach her bedroom. "I could have broken up with him and that's it."
 
Grace didn't say a word, unable to believe what Cion had just told her. Her mind drifted off as she began to wash herself off, cleaning off both her and Dylan's blood from her skin. Twenty minutes passed by before Grace got out of the bath, pulling the plastic plug from the drain, watching as the clear pink water disappeared. She sighed and took another towel from the closet, wrapping it around her cold body.


She went back to the bedroom and stared at Cion for a moment. She knew that she had to tell the cops about this, but something was telling her that she shouldn't. Seeing him there, even if he had violated her, made her heart clench. She silently sighed and went over to her closet and changed into a simple pair of light blue pajama pants and a white tank top, then laying down on her bed. "What did he say?" Grace quietly asked.
 
Cion would still be face first in her bed not moving or really reacting. "That you were a worthless bitch that wouldn't fuck him..... He called you so many.. names.... I couldn't take it..." He'd cry even more.
 

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