𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨𝐧 ⇝ 𝗌.𝗋𝗈𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌¹

⇝ 1.04

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 four
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SLEEP WAS INEVITABLE YET I DEFEATED
it with my unanswerable questions. One question followed another and I was soon stuck with a million in my head by the next morning. I didn't leave the room since Grant left me in here by myself, but as the night grew in, I would see the shadow of his feet underneath the door before walking away.

Though, after some time, I heard a knock at the door before it swung open to show Grant still in his uniform he had on earlier. I huffed out, rubbing my restless eyes, "What happened?"

He furrowed his brows at me, "Huh?"

"The look on your face, I can tell something is wrong," I explained to him, "You were able to keep your life hidden from me, but you weren't very good at hiding your expressions."

He lowered his head and crossed his arms over his chest, "We're traveling again."

"Where?" I asked him, brushing the blanket off my legs so I could stand up and stretch.

"Wakanda," He answered and I quickly looked over at him, "We have to get as much help we can get." I nodded briefly but noticed him step into the room, "I'm telling you, so you can have the option to go back home. I arranged for you to be dropped off before we go to Wakanda."

"Option?"

"If you want to stay in New York and start your article or go home," He explained and I hummed before sitting down, "We leave in an hour."

"Okay," I simply responded, "Well, I think it's best for me to head home. I can finish my story another time."

"Alright," He then pressed his lips into a thin line, staring at me until I raised a brow at him, "I hate how things are between us right now. This isn't how I planned for any of this to go."

"Things never go how we plan, Grant. If we had true control, there would be full on anarchy," I commented and he let out a low laugh, finding my last sentence to be amusing until he met my eyes and awkwardly cleared my throat.

"When this is all over," He began, scratching the back of his neck, "Can we just sit down and talk about this? At home?"

In that moment, I remembered that we lived together. We were beginning to plan a life together and moving in was our first step after a year. He was the one that wanted to move in with me and mentioned it first, finding it to be our first step in our new life together. I guess none of that was really true. He just wanted something at the moment, I was only temporary.

I glanced down at my feet, "Grant, I don't know-"

"Please, just think about it, okay?" He begged and I met his eyes again, "Please."

"Okay," I sighed after a moment, "I, uh, I'll be out in a bit." He nodded and turned to leave the room, shutting the door behind him so I could change.

What more could we talk about, I asked myself, even though I still had all my questions. I wanted answers, but deep down I didn't want to find out the truth because it already feels like everything he tells me is a lie. I don't want more our happy moments to be ruined.

We had so many laughs and so many memories that I could look back at and smile automatically to. We were so easily connected from our first meeting and it felt good to have him around because I didn't have that with anyone else. And yet with how we were with each other, the time we spent was never fully authentic. All the little things that I learned about him and everything we both shared with one another no longer felt true. I felt used as some sort of getaway for him and that all he told me could have been lies and additional sentence for my attention. How could I have been so stupid?