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Glowing eyes flicked to the fey as he entered, but they didn't linger, and she didn't move from where she'd reclined across his bed, pillows mounded up beneath her head and long hair draping down over the edge of the mattress to pool on the floor. Physically she was all in one piece, but there was a tightness around her eyes, a certain hollowness to her expression. Not happy, not sad, nothing. Which did feel the numbness she was feeling, so...

He took a seat beside her, pale fingers stroking through her hair, and again she made no move, not even to lower her phone. Her attention seemed to be all for a series of one sided texts, all sent from her phone.

It was only after he spoke that she seemed to notice him, though of course she'd known he was there. Her tone, when she responded, was neutral, conversational, and not nearly as warm as it used to be when she spoke to him. "Are you?" Another flick of those bright Caribbean eyes, lingering on that handsome face now.

They hadn't exactly been in sync for a while now, and Hadiyya at least was painfully aware of it. It was a problem she hadn't know what to do about, something she'd pretended for a while wasn't as large as it was, but with every passing week it had been looming larger. It was impossible not to notice the extended absences, Marosa gone for weeks on end. And for her part, the lack of anger that came when she knew exactly what he was doing on them.

This, she felt, was a long time coming, but she had been unwilling to actually do what needed doing.

She let him lay his hand against her brow without a fuss. Let him draw her up so she was sitting on the edge of the bed instead of laying on it. Waited as he hurried to make her a cup of her favorite tea, though she didn't bring it to her lips when he handed it to her.

Instead she watched him, expression thoughtfully critical, as if she were trying to decide if this act of devotion was sincere, or simply habit. His fiance was acting oddly, so he had to fix it. But there was no fix for this. No bandaid they could apply to their relationship that would make it all better. The more he was gone, out searching(because she knew what he was looking for, how could she not?), the more she'd begun to wonder if the whole of what they had together had ever had it's own solid footing, or if it had all hinged on the nergal that continued to disappoint them.

The djinn had begun to suspect the latter.

Perhaps, if they both saw the blonde boil in the same light it would have been fine, but they didn't. He'd abandoned her time and time again, broken her heart time and time again. She'd forgiven him, and he'd love her(love them), and for a moment there would be familiar happiness. Then he would leave, again, and the they would be left to pick up the pieces.

She didn't understand how Marosa could forgive him, again. She hadn't understood it last time, but he'd pushed, and she'd relented. There would be no give this time around.

"Worried about him? Jack, no. Why would I worry about him?" Her head tilted as she looked up at him, the tea cup cradled in her palms.

She leveled an incredulous look up at him, her disbelief written across delicate features. That he couldn't read her, had been unable to tell what had been bothering her for quite some time now, was just one more nail in the coffin. "He left us," she retorted, stressing the words so there would be no misunderstanding. "Again."

What little patience she'd had upon his arrival was quickly leaking away, and with the first stirrings of irritation came the manifestation of her magic in the form of her tea bubbling in her cup.

"Do you honestly believe that I would let this happen all over again? That this is what I want?" Her head shook, the color in her eyes bleeding into a darker blue. "You're not doing this for me, you're doing it for you. I didn't want to let him back into our lives the last time, why would I possibly want him back now?"

"You can't replace something that isn't there, Marosa." He'd never been a consolation prize, and no matter how much she'd tried, it seemed like she'd never been able to convince him of that. Her relationship with Sharra was in danger before the Fey had even entered the picture.

She shook her head again, gold jewelry chiming softly with the jerky movements. "Did you forget how it went down when he came back? It wasn't exactly a happy reunion." She hadn't wanted anything to do with him in that moment. No, worst, she'd wanted to hurt him. She'd wanted to show him just how happy she was with Marosa. How much he'd lost by simply not being there. She'd wanted to twist the knife as deeply as she could.

"And then you went and invited him to prom. You sprung him on me out of the blue after I'd made it clear how much I didn't trust him anymore." On her feet now, she'd set the cup down to be sure she wouldn't drop it. "And thenyou left. You ran off to the haunted house and got yourself maimed." Her temper was rising. Carefully constructed calm crumbling around the edges. The anger came so easily these days, but now at least she knew why.

Merlin.

There was a name to go along with the dreams, the mood swings, the power.

"You love me," she believed he did. That was never in question. "But you don't know me at all. You can't see how i'm feeling. You're blind to it."

Another shake off her head, and she was on her feet now, moving to place the tea on the bed side table before she did something unfortunate with it. The moment she wasn't touching it anymore the bubbling slowed. "I'm not going to play second to him anymore."

Delicate fingers went to the ring on her left hand, resting on the band for just a moment. "I love you, I wanted to get married and start a family with you. You were enough for me, but I'm not enough for you." She twists, and the ring slid over her knuckle and into her hand. "And I'm never going to be, am I?"

Glowing blues locked on soft amber gold, searching his face, watching his reaction to what she'd said, the ring she held out to him now. She thought about making him choose, but she had a feeling she knew which way he'd pick, and even if it was her, he was never going to stop pining for the nergal. So Yaya would make the choice for him. Make it her choice.

"Find him. I hope you do." Her heart was in her throat, and she could feel heat in her eyes as tears began to gather, but she refused to let them fall. "But I won't be here this time when he runs off again."

She didn't want to see him crying, for more than one reason, and as his voice broke around her name she sighed, pausing on her way to the door to glance back at him. "Don't cry, love." Her voice was thick as well, but she kept her eyes wide, kept the tears from rolling down her cheeks as she offered a weak smile. "You don't love me enough for your hear to be breaking." It wasn't said to be cruel, but it was how she'd begun to feel, how she certainly felt in that moment.

It wasn't fair for her to stay, not for any of them. If she'd stayed, if he'd brought the damn nergal back into their life...

Shaking her head, she reached for the door knob, turning back to let herself out. He wouldn't have to worry about finding her things scattered about his room, she'd already cleaned up, already removed those painful little reminders so he wouldn't have to.

"Take care of yourself, Marosa." The door clicked quietly behind her.