***Hello, everyone! I'm back with another chapter in which things... begin to get heavy. Just a little bit. Anyways, no more spoilers. Grillby and Ember belong to Toby Fox, Cyra belongs to me, and let's go!

Chapter Four: Whatever Happened?

Cyra faltered for a moment. Then, she crossed her arms. "We don't need to," she said sternly.

"It's been years since we've seen each other. If you're going to fight tooth and nail with me the entire time that Ember's in the hospital, then you can at least give me the satisfaction of knowing why," Grillby reasoned.

He looked at his ex in hopes of at least a look in reply. But he couldn't even get that much. "You can at least tell me what you think brought us apart. I have my own views, but I'll hear you out first," he added.

And bite the bullet, he thought. But that part was kept to himself.

That was what got Cyra to look over. "You remember when you got your restaurant in the Underground?" she asked.

"Yes. Right after you first told me that you were expecting Ember," Grillby recalled.

"I hardly even saw you for that entire nine months. Back then, I was surprised that you even came to the hospital," Cyra spat.

That was when Grillby began to get irritated. "I was running a restaurant. It takes time, especially since I'd just started it. But I came home as much as I could, which I told you a multitude of times that I was doing. And I remember that," he brought up.

"You could have spared more time than just nights! Especially after Ember was born. It's difficult looking after a newborn alone!" Cyra said.

"You say that as if I don't know that. But I hardly got to help look after her until we were divorced, after she turned one. Why didn't you let me be with the daughter that was just as much mine as she was yours?" Grillby asked, his voice rising.

However, Cyra didn't back down. Rather, she stood up. "Because if you didn't take care of anything but your stupid restaurant before Ember was born, then why would you have changed afterwards?!" she snapped. Grillby stood up, his leather shoes loud against the floor.

"It's my business, Cyra! I'm sorry that I wasn't at home every second, but I had to work! I worked and made sure my restaurant ran well so both you and Ember could have easy lives!"

His words seemed to linger in the air, filling the silence that fell between them after his outburst ended. "All I caused was an end to a marriage and a child to grow up with parents who fight," he said quietly. He sat back down.

Cyra tried to speak, but any words were caught in her throat. She growled, but sighed afterwards. Frustrated, she sat down, scowling to the panels that made up the floor.

But both elementals lost their emotional extremes when they heard a cell phone going off. Curious, Grillby checked his phone. It was a text. It read:

I heard you yelling. If the divorce started with me and was about me, then I can fix it. You should have told me. Besides, this sickness hurts.

It was from Ember.

***I warned you. Anyways, be sure to leave a review on the way out and I'll see you all in the next one! Bye!