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WHO: Theseus & Zoe (w/Greed)
WHEN: Friday
WHERE: A very old cafe
WHAT: Memories are funny things
WARNING: Smarm, charm, and harm.

Zoe thankfully didn't see Greed again after their literal run in. She wasn't happy he kissed her but at least she now knew her feelings were good for knocking him to the ground so she could get away. She did however get texts. Lots of texts. She'd block one number and another would start harassing her. And it wasn't even about her. It was about Kansas and it made her feel like shit each and every time. Right now, she shut her phone off and decided to go somewhere that always made her feel better. It was in a quieter area of the city (if such a thing existed this would be it) and was a tiny cafe that had been around for 75 years. Her grandmother, Sophia, used to bring her to it when she was little and they were visiting New York. Once they permanently moved back, they had come often but ever since she passed away, Zoe didn't have the heart to come as much.

Right now she wore the retro yellow dress with black tights she'd worn for her and Greed's birthday. It was one of her 'comfort' pieces, it just calmed her nerves when she wore it. It belonged to Sophia, as most pieces in her wardrobe that weren't casual did, and was a favorite of Sophia's that she tailored to fit her granddaughter. Zoe's grandmother wasn't the best person but she had been all Zoe had so she adored her and her things. The gold locket hung around her neck and she was feeling better by the time she ordered her favorite hot chocolate with mini marshmallows on the side, a whole bunch so she could play with them and stuff the cup with it. It was a kid thing to do but no one was watching and she deserved a treat.

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"Maybe it's more like one tenth." He counted in his head then on his fingers. Greed dropped down on the steps right beside her (a tight squeeze really) wiggling for his comfortable spot.

"You don't have a million dollars. Not unless you win the lottery."

Zoe ugh'd when he squeezed in next to her, just feeling him next to her made her skin crawl. This was not the boy she'd fallen for. This was someone else. And it just made it hurt more. "I'll steal it, I'll rob a bank, I'll get it if that's what it takes!" she dropped her hands and shoved at him a few times, "Will that get you to leave me alone? I just want you to go away!" she couldn't handle this. She wanted to curl into a ball and cry. She couldn't have a grandfather that didn't give a rat's ass about her grandmother and mother and give even less of a damn about her and have an ex-boyfriend that just loved to remind her oh hey guess what, remember me, I don't give a crap either.

"Mmmmm want me to drive the get away car?" He watched her in wonderment. She was in a very broken state that his nearly full Sin state couldn't recognize. The boy she'd fallen in love with had been softer than this. He'd talked to her, he'd taken time to ensure her safety even if for his own selfish reasons. The boy now wasn't giving her room to even breathe. He wanted something from her.

Greed poked her cheek just under her large, brown eyes that were crumbling with every second. "Are you gonna cry?" he leaned in to inspect her face.

Zoe flinched when he poked her cheek. She was miserable and she hated this. She looked at him with tears filling her eyes. It was like she couldn't recognize him anymore. When they broke up it was because it was his 'real' side did something to hurt her. But this? This just hurt worse. She looked in his eyes as if she was searching, "You're the boy who stole my locket." she shook her head as tears spilled down her cheeks, "Where's the boy who gave it back?" she asked almost desperately. Greed had devastated her... but now it was like the boy she loved wasn't even here anymore.

Chance would have wanted to cuddle her until she squeaked. What Zoe failed to realize was that the more she pushed him away the worse she made it on herself. She was only contributing to the boy that she saw now, Greed. She let him be himself. This was made the bridge between them keep crumbling. Sin in it's natural form destroying everything it came in contact with.

"Satan tortured him." Truthfully, those two weeks of brain trauma had done a number on him. He'd cracked. He'd had fears, but instead Lust had revived him bringing back the person Zoe never saw when she used to look at him.

For a moment he came out, but it was in a flash. "You don't look at me anymore..." She saw what she wanted and it was reflected back.

More tears fell from her eyes because it was too much and all she wanted was to curl up in his arms but.. "Because I'm not even sure you're there anymore.." she said barely above a whisper.

She shook her head, "I.. can't do this. It hurts so much, Chance. And you don't care. And I'm not asking you to but.. were you pretending that whole time? For months? Was this a game? If it was, then you win. So please, I'm begging you. Leave me alone. Just please leave me alone.." she wasn't angry even, she was breaking down.

He huffed with an agitated snort. "That's because you won't let him out." He snubbed his nose in the air looking away from her. He couldn't look at her anymore with those teary, doe eyes. He didn't like her seeing Greed. More than that, he didn't like who he was around her now.

Without turning his head he shifted his eyes to glance at her across his shoulder. "If you believe I was then that's all you're going to see whether or not I was or wasn't." Her reactions to him were only a reflection in him.

He knew he wanted her still even if the nature of that want was misunderstood. He wanted something from her, or so he thought. "How about you let Satan incubate in your brain for weeks and you tell me how you come out of it." He was pointing fingers now because who's fault was it other than hers? She wasn't bending to him.

Zoe looked hurt and confused. This was her fault? There was physical pain in her chest and she put a hand to it, curling the fingers in against the fabric of her dress. She didn't look at him, she didn't like hearing that it might have been a game. "Stop it.." she whispered. If she was seeing what she wanted to see now... did that mean she was seeing what she wanted to see back then? Was that why she was in this mess to begin with?

She shook her head as he kept turning it around on her, placing the blame on her, everywhere but himself. She finally exploded at him, "STOP IT!" she shouted with her hands open in front of her. She took a moment running her shaking hands through her hair as she then grabbed him and made him look at her, "I loved you!" she said as if the words might penetrate his brain, it was the first time she'd said the actual word of 'love' even though a blind man or even a Sin would have known that's what she felt for him when they were together. Whenever she thought he couldn't possibly make her feel worse, he always did. "I would have given anything.." she abruptly stopped as her face crumpled and she shook her head as more tears came, "I gave everything.." she said quietly more to herself. It wasn't enough. It never had been.

She didn't want to hear another word from him, she didn't want to say anything else. She felt like all he did was beat her up and hit her again before she could get up from the next punch. And honestly, she didn't want to know how little he cared about her admission of how deeply she felt for him. So she used the only weapon she had. She quickly pulled him to her for a salty kiss so she could knock him out and escape.

It stung when she couldn't get past what she saw right now. She didn't give him anything to bat at when all she did was see his side from a glass window looking in from the outside. It was Josie crumbling in front of him all over again, and that was a slap in the face.

Gave. Past tense. When her lips burned his, the ten percent of himself that was buried under fifty other personalities grasped for her. His hands cupped her face, greedily sucking in that kiss with a response of his own.

She wasn't making this easy. It's why he kept coming back.

The saddest thing was that even though her admission of love was also in past tense, that wasn't the truth. Even when he was hurting her so much like right now, she still loved him. She felt a pull in her stomach when he cupped her face and kissed her. But it was a brief moment where maybe he was back but it was an illusion. She was so confused now because he was suggesting maybe he'd never been. Then what or who did she love?

The kiss was wet because it was stained with tears and she didn't want to kiss him like this. She kept doing it though, part of her surprised he didn't fall right away but she refused to believe that it could mean anything. The shattered pieces of her heart were being crumbled into dust as finally she felt his hold on her go slack. She quickly pulled away, the back of her hand going to her mouth as fresh tears choked her. She scrambled to her feet and by the time his head started to clear, she was gone.

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