Love Syndrome - Rewritten

22

Third Person P.O.V.

"It all started when my parents died in a car crash." 

Brick's eyes immediately widened at this but he quickly pulled himself back to neutrality before letting his hand slide over to Day's holding it softly, rubbing circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. 

"I - I was a young teen at the time and my brother and I were in the car but we survived. We refused foster care or anything else like that...but we - we had no one else." Day had to take a steadying breath. He refused to break down, refused to let his emotions over power him again. 

"I raised my brother all on my own...and I know this doesn't excuse why I did what I did that first night to you, but I couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting him. H - He was all I had...before you. And I felt as though I had...failed. Failed at being a good older brother, failed at protecting the one I loved most and failed in life. Because I had nothing else going for me at the time - don't get me wrong, cutting hair is therapeutic but it is not my dream."

"Anyway, after my parents passed away, I tracked down whoever had crashed into our car and turns out, it was a bunch of uni students who were drunk out of their minds most of the time - even when driving. And they had gotten away with it because all their parents were rich business owners. Well I thought fuck it and beat up those kids. Wasn't hard despite being much smaller than them as my anger and sadness had carried me through it." A small smirk was on Day's face at this. 

"What I didn't know was that someone was watching me...I would've killed them with my bare hands if that guy didn't stop me." Day turned his head to look into Brick's eyes. He wanted to know if this made Brick upset with or scared of him but all he saw was sadness and understanding. 

Shakily sighing in relief, Day continued. 

"Well, it turns out that guy was the leader of a Mafia and he offered to take me under his wing and provide for my brother and I... if I agreed to work for him once I was 18."

"Obviously I said yes. The two of us had been struggling to save enough for school fees and general expenses, as it had been months since our parents had passed away and bills were more expensive than I could've ever imagined. So...he started training me whenever I wasn't at school. He made sure I was the smartest student and the best fighter and my brother lived a relatively normal but sheltered life." 

"I have done horrible things to many people, Brick. People with lives and families, people who were already suffering. And I learned to suppress all my emotions - everything except anger - and eventually I forgot how to even feel anything at all. I didn't feel bad doing any of it and I still don't." 

"For years, all I did was hurt people and protect my boss. I felt nothing - even when I slept with people, it was more like stress relief and physical satisfaction than searching for something more." 

"Eventually, my brother found the gun I had hidden in my drawer and forced me to quit, telling me that if I didn't, he'd hurt himself or had to join me. Obviously neither one was a viable option, so I talked to my boss, and he was the one who bought me the salon, hired the employees, advertised, and taught me how to run a business. I learned how to cut hair - obviously mastered that too - and business was booming." 

"And now here we are and I'm still the same mess of a person I was right after my parents died. Brick, I'm so, so sorry. I had no idea I'd be this demanding and possessive and controlling. I don't know what came over me but seeing you disrespect me like that sent me into a frenzy and I blacked out. All I knew was that I felt angry and I had to release it...and the only way I know how, is violence. I don't remember exactly what I did when I lashed out on you because - because I feel like that wasn't me. It was like my brain didn't want to be that person so it just wiped everything away...except it still left the blood stain."

"The blood stain of the pain I caused - both literal and metaphorical." 

Day laced their fingers and squeezed Brick's hand. Brick knew this must be hard for him so he pressed closer against Day's side. 

"I felt insecure - I still do - in that I don't deserve you, Brick. I'm a horrible person who doesn't deserve someone as amazing as you. And I think because of that I felt the need to make sure that I was in control of the relationship and that you couldn't leave me for someone else, hence the jealousy and no drinking thing."

"I'm sorry for everything I've done. I - I think, no I know I can change for you. Because there is something about you that draws me in. I can't imagine not having you by my side and I know we haven't known each other long and I don't know what it is, but I truly care for you, Brick." 

And with that, Day let his head slump. 

This emotional vulnerability had drained his energy and all he could hope for was that Brick knew that he wasn't trying to sway or manipulate him but actually trying to show that he trusted Brick with this information and wanted him to know him on a deeper level.

Brick's response was simple. 

He wrapped his arms around Day and hugged him as tightly as he could. When he loosed his grip, he leaned back and stared up into Day's brown eyes. 

"You're so brave. Thank you for sharing this with me. It truly means a lot that you're willing to change and work on yourself...But you still have a lot to do before you make up for everything you've done, okay?" Brick wanted to lighten the mood because he hated the sad relief in Day's eyes. 

He wanted to see those lovely brown eyes glint with happiness and joy and laughter - true emotion - not the sad dullness that was ever-present. 

"I'll give you everything I can...But now...it's your turn." Was Day's reply as his own arm snaked around Brick's shoulder, relishing in the warmth of Brick's body as he somehow pulled him even closer. 

// Hey everyone. I'm sorry for not uploading as soon as I would've liked to. I know this is a bit of an excuse but the important thing I had didn't go well and well, it's not the best feeling. Anyway, I'm not here to rant to Wattpad lol. 

Basically, I just want to let everyone know that I have decided not to write further on Gear and Night's story - I've just lost interest in it. I'm sorry to anyone that wanted that. 

That's all and I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Thanks for reading. //