"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟏𝟏𝟖. "𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬"

★ 𝐈𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 ★

I refused to talk to Jeremiah for the last five days. He kept trying, but I simply ignored him. I didn't even talk to myself since he had microphones in my cell.

Ironically when I was in an actual prison, I felt less like I was locked up. The first time, anyway. The second, Jerome ran the asylum so I could do whatever I wanted.

That included going outside. Something I miss way more than I thought I would. Mostly I miss the rain and stars.

"Stop doing that." Jeremiah ordered suddenly.

I growled with rage, threw the notebook with my drawing of Jerome at the wall and buried my head in my knees.

★ Jerome P.O.V. ★

I laid still on the bed for the last five days. I haven't eaten anything, but it didn't bother me. I couldn't even hear my stomach whine anymore.

I found an old bottle of water under the bed, and that kept me alive. I made a few trips to the bathroom, but I don't remember them. I only know I did because my bladder remains whole.

My brain is just out of it. It won't stop racing, and it mainly does only one thing. Grace's name just plays on repeat like an evil broken record.

I also keep hearing her voice, her laughter and the way she used to say my name. I keep seeing her smile too. Every time I close my eyes, her beautiful grin haunts me.

I can't look for her. That's the worst thing. She's probably thinking I'm doing all I can to find her.

And I'm not. Because I can't.

I can't let him erase her memory because she won't be my Grace anymore. And it would be so easy for him to kill her now that she doesn't have her powers.

She was never weak, but physically she has no chance with him or his bizarre proxy. She's smart, but he is too, so she won't get him that way.

She needs me, and I'm not there. I always wanted to be her hero, keep her safe from everything and everyone, and I failed her.

I failed her when I killed my mother. I failed her when I let myself enjoy the chaos. I failed her when instead of taking her away from everything, I chose to find Jeremiah.

And now she's paying for all of my stupid decisions.

I reached for the water bottle, but when I brought it to my lips and tilted it, I realised it's empty. I groaned with frustration and hurled it at the wall.

Then I tried to stagger off the bed, but it proved difficult when I was actually paying attention to what I was doing. I stumbled slightly but managed to steady myself and headed to the door.

I kept my gaze on the floor, desperately trying not to look at the library or the music room. Only, there was just one significant problem with that.

★ 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 ★

"Jerome, get off of me. We need to go." Grey giggled and tried to wiggle out of my hold. I chuckled, got on my knees and pinned her down on the floor.

"You sure you want to go?" I purred and shoved my lips on hers. I could feel her wrap her legs around me, and I smiled into the kiss.

"I think Nygma will understand if we're late this one time." I grinned widely, unstrapped her overalls and pulled up her sweatshirt.

"Yeah, one time. Sure." She sneered and flicked my forehead.

I giggled, started leaving open mouth kisses on her stomach and tried to unlock her bra. Only I couldn't find the hook.