He reached out as if he were going to touch her, but then thought better of it, and drew back. And when he spoke, there was no emotion in his voice. “You’re addicted to misery, Viviana. You tasted it, and then you decided that you want more.” Gabriel was being harsh, but he knew that there was no other way to be with her.
“You’re wrong,” she said quietly.
“Am I? Am I wrong?” He shook his head, his hair falling around his face and into his eyes. “Everything in your life that could turn out to be a good thing, you push it away. Alex, Demetrius,” he was counting them on his fingers.
Viviana looked up, and there was fire in her dark eyes. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know you,” he snapped. “If there’s one thing in this world that I know, it’s you. I’ve been by your side for six hundred years.” He did touch her then, grabbing her shoulders gently. “You keep people at an arm’s length because you’re afraid that if they get too close, you’ll be happy. And you can’t have then, can you? You have to be miserable.”
She looked away from him, and stepped out of his reach.
“I’m trying to tell you that being happy won’t kill you. Maybe you’ll even like it.” Gabriel’s voice softened considerably. “You’re starting good with Zach and Viola. You haven’t pushed them away yet. Try letting someone else in. Try letting someone else make you happy.”
OOC:
I just want Gabriel and Dominique to be happy.
And I want Viviana and Alex to be happy, which isn’t even a remote possibility.
