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I look up at David, trying to seem impassive, "Why didn't you tell me that your grandparents didn't know about us?"

He falls silent at my question, which pisses me off more.

"I can't really complain, can I? I thought it was a miracle when you said you wanted to be with me despite everything. I guess I just assumed that the miracle would be powerful enough to include your grandparents' forgiveness, too." I say, my stubbornness giving way to a more vulnerable fear. Damn it. I've become such a pansy-ass since I met him.

"Hey, hey." David consoles me, reaching down to wipe my tears, but I weakly push his gentle hands away. "I'm really sorry about that, Dina. Gramps, he--for the longest time, he had to be strong for Grandma and me. When he found out the truth, all those suppressed emotions seemed to have caught up with him. I just couldn't tell him about us."

"He was so nice to me. I thought he genuinely liked me."