50 Days Of Grey (#Wattys2015)

{ e l e v e n } : maybe?

xi : anecdote

"a short story to recall past events."

[Day 7.75]

It was nine at night there, and I don't want to tell you what had happened, because you already know. Now, look, if you ran into one of your old friends I wouldn't give you trouble, I'd just fade into the background and eat my food. So, why would you do that to Edward? Now, I know I'm stupid for asking that question because I already know the reason, but for the sake of you reading this, I would like to recall the past events.

So I invited Edward to the table and you glared at me, and rudely pulled me away from the table, without the food I so badly needed. Long story short we both went home glaring at each other and hungry. Now, you were so upset you abruptly left after dinner, with no explanation, I won't complain, I'd gotten to take care of my mother because of that. And maybe she actually didn't throw stuff around or at me this time. It was somehow civil.

But I guess since I wasn't technically 'over' you I was entitled to worry about you. And I did. I waited for you to come home only to see you drunk and collapsing at the front door. Now, usually I would leave you there, but it was freezing outside and I was pretty sure you'd get frost bite from the weather outside. So I went outside and tried to help you up, no one told me you weighed two sacks of rice and three bars of gold, so I painfully tried to carry you to the living room, 'cause God knows I couldn't carry you up the stairs to your room. I laid you down on the couch and my knees buckled beneath me leaving me in a heap on the carpet in front of the couch...

I stared absentmindedly at your face, your beautiful pale face, with your long lashes, full lips, and messy hair. I loved it, the way your hair covered your eyes and touched your lashes, the way your lips pursed with you were hitting a rough side of a dream, and how your forehead would scrunch up in the way I loved. I pushed your hair away from your forehead, wiping away the sweat with the hand towel on the coffee table. Pushing you into a better position, covering you up with a blanket and putting a pillow under your head.

I sat down cross legged on the floor again, the dim light of the moon shinning on your face. I wondered how you could look so handsome, that even in the night light, sleeping, snoring lightly, you looked beautifully handsome.

I shook my head, denying myself the thoughts that I'd carelessly let myself think. No, not this time. I thought. Not again.

I stood up and moved away, before a hand caught my wrist. I looked back at you, and your eyes were cracked open.

"Do you need anything?" I asked softly.

You looked up, "Don't talk to Edward again..." You had whispered.

I was shocked, to state the least, but something in your begging eyes made me stop from getting mad and had me whispering back a reply.

"I won't."

{A Moment in Time}

I closed my eyes, "Greyson. Stop it." I sighed.

"No. You stop." He said leaving me to my thoughts.

We'd been like this for awhile, ever since the last fight.

❝It's so easy to trust someone, but so hard to earn back the broken trust.❞