Soft Candy Epilogue II

“Please just stop.”

I patted Gina's candybar tattoo for a little while before snuggling up to her. “But I don't think you really want me to, right?”

“No”, she mumbled. “Do you intend to clean him up?” Gina looked at Cutie.

“In due time. He might get a little more dirty.” I smirked.

“Back in the old days we didn't need to drug him. Remember our trip to the hot springs? You made him cum so hard he fainted.”

“Well.” I smiled, reminiscing about it. “That was because Rina prepared him for me.” The moment the words left my mouth, I bit me lip. Idiot.

“This reminds me”, Gina continued looking at Cutie. “We did something similar when Rina punished me.”

“I see.”

Gina smiled. “She called it the fainting game. Can you believe it? Rina was such a crazy bitch.”

“Yeah I guess she was.” I hugged Gina tighter, knowing what is to come.

And sure enough she started to sob. It started slow, but soon build into a huge wail. “Jumped off a cliff? Suicide? Together with Ben? Don't bullshit me! There is no way Rina would do that!”

I said nothing.

“You know it was her right? We haven't seen her since that day she almost...” another round of sobs. “Rina...Rina!”

“It couldn't have been her”, I assured her. We deliberately left the name out. It was torture for Gina just to hear it. “I gave her an order never to hurt anyone remember?”

“Then she got rid of the curse! Marcie...I'm scared...I'm so scared.”

I don't think Lindsey is behind what happened to Rina and Ben. The two no doubt had their fair share of own issues. Regardless, the news hit us all like a ton of bricks, but none as hard as Gina. Even after school, the two remained close friends. It has been two years now, but these panic attacks still periodically flare up, mostly related to Lindsey.

I contemplated erasing Gina's memories of Lindsey. But ultimately, just as with Lindsey, decided against it. In a way this fear is Gina's atonement. Perhaps if she felt real regret about Lindsey's brother I would. It would be nice if things where that easy, but they never are. Just as with my scar, Gina was unable to show genuine remorse for the events that happened 14 years ago. I don't think she ever will. Humans are flawed after all and Gina is deeply flawed. I love her all the same.

What Gina did to Lindsey, I don't think there is any possible way for her to truly atone for it. Her atonement was my death and god stole it from her. Is it unfair? Without a doubt. But I decided that Gina,no,we, deserve to be happy.

“I was serious before, you know? Life with us. You are all alone in that house, right?”

“I need my independence.”

“You gave that up the moment you decided to get this curse.”

Despite all of it, I heard Gina chuckle. “Decided to, huh? Not how I would phrase it.”

“Don't change the subject. You can't take care of yourself remember?”

“That was ten years ago. I am the President of your bloody company now.”

“I am not saying you aren't capable. You just need someone to be in charge of you. In other words: Me.”

“I don't need you.”

“Wanna put it to the test?”

“Huh?

“From now on you can only speak the truth. Now try saying it.”

“I...”

“If you can I release you from this curse. Otherwise you move in with us.”

Gina remained silent for a long time. Finally, she growled. “Don't think I didn't notice that.”

I giggled. “Would be against the rules otherwise. Bet still stands, go on.”

“Fuck you.”

“That's what I thought.” I smiled and patted her head. “Your moving in with us and that's final.”

“What about not mixing sugar and salt?”

“Well...this all started when I put something sweet inside your salty place, so...”

Gina let out a loud groan at that. “I want my own room.”

“You get your own room.”

“And you will give Cutie plenty of attention. He is your husband don't you ever forget that.”

“Yes, my love for him won't waver just because I have you around. You're just my side bitch.”

Gina gave a noise that almost sounded disappointed as she snuggled up to me. “This is my life now, huh? Fuck me.”

“Gladly”, I said with a grin. “I think you will enjoy it.”

The End (for real this time)