50 Days Of Grey (#Wattys2015)

{ t h i r t y - s e v e n } : Praying for a Miracle

(a/n) *a Cheshire grin overcomes the author's face as she contemplates writing a chapter in Greyson's point of view*

xxxvii : prayer
❝pleading to something far greater than us to intervene.❞

[Day 44 - Greyson's Point of View]

It had been awhile since I'd prayed to God. It had been awhile since I took church seriously. I escaped it when I could but my mother was pretty adamant when it came to going each Sunday. We could go to the morning service, the afternoon service, or the night service so as long as we went together. So as long as we went at all.

There are plenty of reasons why I stopped talking to God. First being that the many tragedies, though I admit most not directly hitting me but those around me, had come and gone in my life and it had become tiresome to ask why. Second being that I was conflicted about talking to Him, it felt like I was hiding from Him or maybe you could say I was a little mad at him for making circumstances that involved me losing you.

A long time ago you brought me closer to God. A long time ago you were the reason why I came to know Him. And when you left I didn't know what to do.

"Greyson!" You called from the hallway.

A small smile crept onto my lips, "I'm in here!" I called back from my room. I was looking for my jacket at the back of my closet.

You peeked inside and entered, "We're going to be late," You scolded looking at your watch on your wrist, "Prayer meeting starts in fifteen minutes." You say.

I smile, "It only takes like what, ten minutes to get there?" I say finally retrieving the familiar red jacket I used to wear all the time before you left and here I was wearing it again for old times sake.

"But still," You mumble, "I miss my friends." You say.

I chuckle, "Okay, okay. Calm it. We're going, we're going."

We walk down the hallway and I nudge you playfully, "Julianne, it's your fault you miss them anyway, you left without saying goodbye you idiot." I say jokingly.

Your froze for a minute before silently giving me a nod and continued walking straight ahead. I'd said the wrong words. I'd ruined the moment.

I sighed and put my arm around your shoulder and you let me as I guided you down the stairs.

You pulled on your coat as I did as well and we headed for the garage. We shouted our goodbye's and I grabbed the car keys. We entered the car and I clicked for the garage door to open, I looked back and backed out of the drive way. I clicked the button once again and the garage door closed.

Silence filled the space between us and I swear I could take a knife and slice through the tension between us. Would this never get old? Would it always be like this when one of us joked or slipped something about the past. The past in which you got up and left me. The past in which I held the longest grudge not only towards you, but to myself as well who couldn't keep you. Would it always, always be like this. But then, I thought, you're going to leave again and there is no way we're ever going to find out if it will always be like this because there won't be a future in which we'd be together to find out. You would go back to your world, and I would stay here, lost again without you. I didn't know what made me sadder. The thought of us, our relationship, never being anything else but a fragile shell of the past or that we would never get to find out.

"I'm sorry." I whispered into the warm heated air within the confines of the car.

"Don't, Grey, please don't." You said and your voice is soft and sweet to my ears.