The Sin of Falling (ONC 2024) (BxB)

Seven (Grant)

With Collin still grabbing onto my hand, I make my way through the large crowds of people exiting the arena. My heart swells with happiness.

     It's been a while since I've last felt like this (not including anything having to do with my son of course).

      I can't remember the last time someone made me feel like Fedya did; well, actually, that's a lie—-I can remember it. Collin's mother: Genevieve. May her soul rot in hell.

     I know, I know; that sounds so fucking harsh—-good. I want it to.

      She fucked up big time. She deserves the flames in my opinion.

       I mean, what kind of elf rats out other elves, huh?

      Nowadays, there's thousands of elves who hide in fear of persecution. It's sickening. (There's a reason why I wear a beanie to hide my ears—-I even make Collin do the same… because with the current state of the world, I can't afford to not worry about his safety.)

      I thought that her being an elf would put us on the same field… on the same side as each other; but, apparently, I was wrong.

     She betrayed us.

     Sold us out.

     At first, I never expected it—-I never even saw it coming.

     Genevieve was sweet. Her face was beautiful… Perfect, even. Her perfect little French accent would be the only thing on my mind for hours and hours. Her heart was beautiful too… Or so I thought at the time.

      I was in love—-madly. I remember I had made a fool of myself when we had first met. I had tried my hand at flirting (in the way billionaires who have hundreds of women lined up at their feet do) and failed horribly.

       I remember that I wanted to run off, crawl down into a hole, and die—-never to be seen again. Man, I was embarrassed.

      But, despite the fact I made a complete and utter idiot of myself, Genevieve didn't mind.

     Sure, she had let out a few little awkward laughs at my terrible excuse of a flirt, but she still smiled softly at me and properly introduced herself. She continued to giggle slightly and asked if I'd want to accompany her to the coffee shop she was about to visit in downtown Dublin.

      I said yes to her offer—-and to this day, I still don't regret it.

      I remember that the rest of the day (and week even) there was only one name on my mind: Genevieve Allard.

       I went to find her again—-we drank at a pub. Then, we exchanged numbers.

      Each night, I'd go to bed happier than the day before. (If it was possible to bleed joy, I probably would've.)

     We went on dates—-time flew by fast; but, I guess it always does when you're in love.

       We'd spent days alone together… Weeks even.

      Weeks became months and before I knew it, Genevieve and I were expecting our first (and only) child together.

      I remember I had been ecstatic when I found out—-I was like a kid on their birthday, unwrapping the thing that they had asked for most.

     I had immediately offered to help her brainstorm baby names until we figured out which one we'd use—-Collin.

      I took care of her for months—-looked out for her. Then we had our precious boy who I'd move the earth and sky for.