Among Us (boyxboy) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 21 - People

TRIGGER WARNING (I think...)

My knees had crumbled a while ago, not being able to carry my weight anymore and if not for Matthew's grip I would have fallen. Instead, he came down with me, hugging me tightly. My face was on his shoulder, my hands clutching his shirt in a desperate grip.

After a while my sobs subsided. The tears were still falling and I was shaking like a leaf, but I could tell I was calming down, little by little.

He stood up then and completely out of reflex, I clung to him. My arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, like a small child with their parents.

When he lay me down in the bed and wanted to pry my limbs from him I didn't let him. I kept clinging to him like a lifeline. I needed this. I needed him. In this moment, I did.

This was how I fell asleep. In his arms, faintly hearing his steady heartbeat and the occasional quiet sob of my own.

When I woke up, I was alone. It gave me time to think, time I didn't want.

I wanted to know what time it was so I reached over to the nightstand, trying to get to my phone. Instead, I gripped a small piece of paper. Holding it closer, I read Come downstairs. I'm making breakfast. I smiled and without thinking twice I got up and left the room.

There was another door on the same floor, otherwise there were only the stairs.

While walking down I realised that I felt good. Well, not good, just better. A lot better. Yesterday probably helped a lot. It was ugly and it hurt, but letting it out had probably been the right thing.

There was a door at the foot of the stairs so I opened it and stood there dumbstruck for a moment. I knew this hallway. Right on my left there would be the study. And on my right should be the strange storage room. I was in Matthew's clinic.

I blinked a couple times, then decided to head to the kitchen. Inside, Matthew was already sitting in a chair, looking up when I came in.

"Good morning. How are you?" He smiled at me.

"Good morning. I think I feel better." I sat opposite of him, where a second cup of tea stood. When I had sat down and actually relaxed a bit, I noticed that the smell didn't fit though. There was no slightly sweet herby aroma, instead it was thick and dark. Coffee.

"You made coffee." It was more a statement rather than a question.

He smiled again. "Well I know you prefer coffee over the teas I always used to make you. So fitting in with the rest of my plans today, I decided to spoil you with some." I blushed at that. Apparently, he had me completely figured out.

However the mention of coffee also brought up a memory. He had said he'd seen us drink coffee every morning. I flinched a bit, closing my eyes tightly. Not again.

Suddenly, the tea seemed far more appealing to me, so I quickly switched my cup with Matthew's. His eyebrows flew up as I quickly took a sip, happy that it was, indeed, tea.

I squeaked when the hot liquid burned my tongue though. This made him laugh and me, in turn, scowl. This was good. This was making me forget about him.

"I didn't realise the second floor belonged to you as well." I blurted out, feeling stupid right after. It should have been obvious. There was never anyone else here and the door at the end of the hall should have been a dead give-away.

He only smiled again. Why was he so... smily today?

"Yeah, well, sometimes I live up there you know. Sort of a second flat I guess."