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Chapter 23

Picture attached is the place where the boys go away for the weekend

ps it is a HUGE place in the middle of nowhere for all you guys that don't know where the Yorkshire moors are.

Anyway, enjoy! X

Brad's PoV

"Baby? Have you packed yet?" I called out but was greeted with a small grunt from the bedroom.

"Why haven't you finished packing? The car is picking us up at 1pm and it's currently," I paused briefly to look at the clock. "Look it's already 11:23am. You've had all morning to pack. We need to leave in the next half an hour because we have all the accommodation booked and we can't be late checking in at the cottage or dinner because we have reservations for-"
I went silent when I realised that his hands were violently shaking along with the rest of his body. There were also tears streaming down his face and his mouth was twitching.

"Baby what's wrong?" I went over to him and he crumpled down on to the floor against the wall whilst I fell down with him. He jolted away from me and started rocking uncontrollably. "I-I- I just can't do it! I'm trying. I really am Brad! I'm really trying. And I'm trying not to think about him but I can't stop and I miss him so much." He tried to breathe but failed as his attempted breathing became erratic and an abundance of choking noises emitted from his mouth. I pulled him into my chest rubbing his back in quick circular motions.
"Hey calm down baby. Breathe for me." I whispered in his ear.

"What's happening to me?" He sobbed.

"Nothing baby. I'm sorry for stressing you out so much today." I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed his head. "How about you go and freshen up and I'll pack for you and then we'll go? Is that a better plan?"

He nodded and sniffed standing up and walking to the bathroom leaving me stood in the cold room with the ora of sadness in the air.

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Driving through the Yorkshire moors is one of the things I've always loved to do. The way it's so desolate and you only pass one or two cars on your route. The way it's beautiful but in a less obvious way, with the Browns contrasting with the greys in a perfect way that only the dull sunlight trying to break through the clouds could give an illusion of.
My family and I would go to the old seaside town and my older sister would moan that she had no phone service and my mum would be shouting at my dad saying she'd go back to the car because the wind was ruining her hair, and then if turn to my father and he'd been droning on about how Bram Stoker used pathetic fallacy to create Dracula and the literary effect that Whitby held upon the Gothic literature genre. And then there'd be me walking along without a care in the world just admiring the scenery, well in the later years I did but the first few years I was merely a young teenager baffled by the concept of a pier, shops and a ruin of a cathedral being beautiful. Putting these points aside, as I'd grown older and my young innocent eyes saw the breakdown of our family and our lives as they once were before, my idea of beauty was changed. The usual stunning flowers or perfect greens turned into the stunning greys and burnt oranges. I found comfort however in fluorescent colours protruding from people's personalities rather than the usual colours adorning objects. Like the blue of his eyes. Or the pink of his lips. The paleness of his skin in contrast with his peach tinted cheeks that flushed red when I kiss him tenderly under his ear, just the right of the place I sometimes leave marks signalling my love for him and the intimacy we hold together.

"What are you thinking about?" A sleepy voice broke my train of thought as I focussed on the road ahead.

"Hmm not much. Do you have any idea where we are yet?" I asked turning to him.