One hundred and sixteen

Sally's POV

This question kept bothering me throughout dinner, I guess I should ask my grandmother.

“Hey, Grandma,” I said, poking at the leftover rice. The woman said nothing and just looked at me. First, I sighed and took another breath.

“Uhm… Let's say you were in a relationship with someone, and then you broke up. Uh… then you leave town, fast forward to years later, you come back and see him again. Somehow, the old flame of both of you flared up again, rekindling the good past, but you stopped before things got serious because you were afraid of the consequences the future would bring, just like someone else. that you care about will die.” My voice wavered.

"So, what do you do?" I couldn't look at her because I knew she would then start psychoanalyzing me.

The woman giggled. "Is this Athena speaking or is it my niece Sally?"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Uhm. It's still me, Sally. Why? What did Athena do?”

She shook her head, a gentle smile still on her lips. "It was intere