Trainspotters

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A/N: Hi everyone, this is going to be a bit of an angsty chapter, and there will be brief mentions of some triggering topics, including brief mentions of child abuse and implied self-harm. If you're easily triggered by any of these topics please skip this chapter, and take care of yourself. With that out of the way, happy reading <3

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"let down"

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Brie was more understanding of his problems. Though Gray wasn't really getting better by the day, in fact, he pretty much stayed the same way ever since the fight - and it was annoying for him as well to keep remembering it, mind you - but he just couldn't help it. It was stuck in his brain, like gorilla glue.

The two of them are in the library, and while Gray catches up on some much needed rest, Brie's taking notes, making sure that they both forget nothing from their classes.

She sighs as she glances over at him, he's knackered. The exhaustion of all that crying he did earlier just completely knocked him out. Brie was getting slightly annoyed over how much he cried, but, it wasn't his fault. She felt more guilty than irritated. Knowing his past and what he had been through, she just can't help but be worried. Worried over the fact that, what if it doesn't get any better? What if it just gets worse? All these what ifs, these small glimpses of hope, shortly overshadowed by the ifs, ands and buts.

She shakes her head, trying to focus on the assignments, before seeing Aiden walk in, about to do some studying himself, but he takes a quick glance, seeing Brie, and Gray, sleeping right next to her.

"Brie!" He calls out, whispering.

She turns her head around to find Aiden, walking up to him. Gray wakes up, feeling Brie shift around to stand up, and follows her gaze to where she's heading, to Aiden.

"Listen, I need to talk to you," he mutters. "It's about Gray."

Upon hearing his name, Gray lifts his head up, spotting Brie and Aiden hide behind a few bookshelves, and Gray stands up to get near them, trying to not make a sound.

Aiden looks around before speaking. "Look. The things that he told me, yeah?"

"Mhm," Brie nods.

"I've done research on what it could be."

Gray's eyes widen.

"Oh, perfect." Brie pleads, "show me, please, I need to know."

"Right... lemme see here."

He could hear the two of them flipping through the pages of a book that Aiden picked up, skimming through the index to find what the answer may be.

Gray, fueled by his rage, storms back to the desk they were sitting in, putting all of his things in his bag.

He glances over at Brie's things. Irrationally, he takes the laptop, throwing it on the ground, and a large thud echoed throughout the library.

He clenches his fists. How dare she. How dare she use Aiden, a person who he had never met in his life before, to tell his problems in confidence, trusting him not to tell anyone, anyone at all, and then suddenly spill every single little secret of his, within earshot of everyone in this building?

He could hear Brie and Aiden run back to the desk where Gray was standing, seeing the broken laptop on the floor, and all of her other stuff cluttered on the tables and floors.

Brie's eyebrows furrow, not of worry or concern, but anger. "Gray, what the fuck?!" she exclaims.

He yelps before storming off, frustrated at everything, at Brie especially. She invaded his privacy. She kept pushing and pushing until he was cornered, and now it's gonna be just like high school all over again. That's fucking perfect. Perfect.