We walked up the staircase, and I could see the tenseness upon Grace's face. I offered her an awkward smile, knowing better than to say anything that she could take as me speaking out of turn. It was better for me to stay silent until we went our separate ways once we had reached our bedrooms. Grace could break down once she was alone. Take her anger out on the bedroom if needs be. I averted my gaze, desperately hoping she did not erupt before then...
"You have no clue, do you?" She muttered again. "The pressure..." Unable to help myself, my eyes drifted sideways, and I swore there were tears within her eyes. I don't think she was about to erupt and take her anger out on me. She sounded genuinely hurt.
"Are you okay?" I asked as we reached the top of the staircase.
"What do you fucking think?" She snarled. Seemed the Grace I knew was still inside...
