The Holy Trinity {Grace, Hannah, Mamrie} | Oneshots

Not Quite {Mace}

The first time Grace had looked at her like that - with a look so full of lust that it bordered on hunger - Mamrie felt special. As if she was the only one that Grace looked at like that. She almost was. Almost.

"I'm never enough, am I?" Mamrie's words are soft, but laced so heavily with pain that Grace winces.

Whenever she had thought about it, she just blamed Grace's wandering eye on her naturally flirtatious personality. After all, she only looked, never anything more.

"You don't love me," Tears threaten to spill from the redhead's eyes, "You never did."

Mamrie was always the one to say 'I love you' and 'I miss you'. She'd assumed that Grace never said it first because she was practically the human embodiment of repression. It had taken her months to figure out that maybe Grace wasn't happy with her. With them.

"Mamrie-" The younger of the two pauses to collect herself before speaking again, "I just... This isn't
your fault, okay? I do love you, I do, but maybe now isn't the right time for this" - she gestures between them - "for us."

"I think you should leave Gracie - I need some space." The nickname almost softens the blow, and the hurt look in Grace's eyes almost makes Mamrie go back on her words. Almost.

The door closes gently and violent sobs wrack her shaken frame. She slides down the wall into a sitting position, beating the carpet weakly with a half-clenched fist.

She almost regrets ever meeting Grace. Almost.