"We are talking now, Stephen. Tell me what this is truly about. Are you tired of me? Do you wish to be rid of me? Is that why you are doing this?" She crossed her arms under her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Stephen had never seen this side of her before. Anger and pain were combining together to form one truly hurt soul. In that moment, he instantly regretted bringing up the whole ordeal.

"No! I love you, Grace, you know that..."

"It doesn't feel like you love me, if you want to give me 'freedom' by having me destroyed," she yelled. "Is this why we couldn't finish s.e.x this morning? You no longer desire me, so you couldn't even stay hard for me?"

"No! This was on my mind! About what I must do. It has nothing to do with my attraction to you, Grace!"

She finally broke down, putting her head down into her hands. Heavy sobs cascaded down her crystal cheeks. She didn't swat his hand away when he tried to give some measure of comfort, but the damage was already done. There didn't seem like much else he could do to mitigate the pain the both of them felt. One way or another, one of them was going to lose. Could he afford to lose Grace?

"You... speak of things... you don't understand," she sobbed, her voice m.u.f.fled by the arms covering her mouth.

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"What are we do to then, Grace? I can't stand the thought of you enslaved to me forever," groaned Stephen, feeling his own tears form in the corners of his eyes.

"Was our time together not perfect? I tried everything I could do to make you... happy," she sobbed, looking up at him with red shot eyes.

"Of course it was perfect. I think that's what makes this so hard. You're so real to me, Grace. You don't feel like a genie, but a real woman. That's why this is so hard, and why I had to make this decision."

She put her head back down, her light brown locks cascading around her head and arms. "I don't know how you could come up with this... silly idea," she replied.