Grian pov:
As I walk up to Scars door I can tell that he's still there. Why wouldn't he be there, he's been in his house for ten months! His place would be nice if Scar had cut his lawn recently, but he hasn't. I don't even know why I've been coming to his house day, after, day, after, day. But I have, again, and again, knocking on his door with no answer. The rest of his friends have given up, but I haven't. I have no clue why, maybe it's because I miss seeing his happy smile, maybe it's because I want to be friends with him. It's become a routine, every morning I fly to Scars house and knock, talking to him through the door. I know that he can hear me because I can read his mind, and feel what he's feeling. I can tune it off at any moment but I don't like too unless I'm with someone else that doesn't know what I can do. I sigh and knock my normal knock. It's a Tap, tap-tap-tap, Tap TAP! I look down at the door mat, I've already checked everywhere for a key, but he hasn't hid one anywhere. I look up at his windows and there he is staring at me. I wave and smile but he doesn't come to open the door.
Scars pov:
I peek through my window and there he is, at the same time like every other day. I watch him look sadly up the door. Then he looks up, right at me. I should look away, I probably should look away, but I can't. All I can do at that moment is look into his blue eyes as he looks into mine. Eventually Grian walks away, looking quite sad. I groan and shake my head. WHY CAN'T I JUST FUCKING OPEN THE DOOR? My eyes fill with tears as I walk towards the door. I open it and watch as Grian walks away. He turns around and looks back at me. I can tell his eyes are also filled with tears, even though he's a mile away.
Grains pov:
I tune in Scars feeling more. He's sad, so sad. So, so, so sad. I can also feel some regret. Actually lots of regret. I turn around and there's Scar with the door open. Tears fill my eyes as he starts to cry. I begin to feel a tear leak from my eye and turn around, speed walking back home. This is how it went every time, but it never got easier. Not once have I not cried. Not once have I not seen him at the door. Not once have I felt nothing but sadness coming from both me and him. I want to scream, I want to do SOMETHING, but I have to be patient with Scar, he has to feel comfortable enough to actually walk over to the door, let alone welcome me into his home. Eventually I get home and immediately run to my bed and scream my head off into my pillows.
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My little bird boy-Scarian
FanfictionScar likes to hide in his house, snacking on whatever he can find. He's been hiding in his home for ten months and all his friends have given up trying to help, except for Grian, who wasn't even his friend when Scar wasn't hiding. -Plz don't steal ~...
