Another Alternative

Yes, It Is

Grace's POV

"FUCKING REALLY?" The words erupted from Hannah's bar, followed by the crash of shattering glass. I froze, deciding what to do. I could still leave. Hannah wouldn't blame me. She wouldn't even know. I could go be normal with Chester and forget all about her. I could leave. I could leave. I couldn't leave. My body wouldn't move for about five seconds. What to do? Oh, shit. I can't leave. I ran down the street and into the bar only to find Hannah knelt on the ground next to a broken bottle of... gin? Hannah hated gin. Why would she be drinking that? I saw Mamrie charge up the street and spit some warning at me. I don't quite remember what she said. She must've really pissed Hannah off for her to be drinking-oh wait. I did this. This is my fault. I was hit with a brief wave of guilt, but as I watched Hannah pick up a shard of brown glass and bring it to her wrist, that guilt was swiftly flooded by concern and shock. We both stood still for a moment. She seemed almost... acceptant. Not distressed or upset, just acceptant. We stood for about five seconds before I ran over to her.

"Hannah!" Her face stayed exactly the same sort of calm it had been when I walked in, cheeks soaked in tears. I tore the glass from her grasp. She looked at me as I she couldn't tell if I was real. A beat, and she crumbles into me. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here. I'm sorry. It's alright." I continued quietly trying to comfort her. Truly I was on the brink of a panic attack. That was probably the moment I realized I couldn't have left. Leaving was never an option. Not with her.

"Hey," My shaking hands lifted her head slowly to meet her shut eyes. She couldn't even look at me. That's how much I'd hurt her. "Open up, Hannah. Hey!" My voice was surprisingly small for someone about to do something so daring. I pushed her hair back and kissed her for a long moment. I kissed her like it was my last because I knew very well it could be. When I pulled away, she finally opened her bloodshot eyes. I rested my wrist on her shoulder, my other hand still cupping her cheek. I touched her as gently as possible, as if at any moment she could break. "Everything's going to be okay, okay? It's not over yet."

She shifted forward a bit and placed her forehead against mine. It's impossible to know how long we stayed there but it felt fleeting yet it was the longest moment of my life. She wasn't going to forgive me for lying to her, and she was right not to. I had really fucked up whatever we had. This wasn't going to be repaired or replaced. This could very well be the last time I saw Hannah Hart. It was over. And all because of me.

Fuck.