creѕтғallen ➬ g.∂ {editing}

0.6

"Grayson, what are you doing out here alone. It's 40 degrees out here."

"I don't know; thoughts I guess. Gracie, what would you do if I was blind; not being able to see your beautiful face, discover this world, perceive things that help me stay alive. Rather than just killing myself. Would you still be with someone so disabled and not as human as you are. Someone who'd encourage people to ask, what made you choose me, or how stupid you are to be with someone so weak and different. What if I just gave up huh? Maybe I couldn't take it anymore and wanted you to live a better lif-," I then cut him off, the nonsense he speaks frightens me.

What if those words are future actions and masked thoughts.

"Don't you ever speak like that. Half of the time things you say make me think.. what if everything you speak are future actions? What if you're warning me in some way. Well guess what, I'm not oblivious, not to you, and never would I ever be. So stop speaking this nonsense and reveal your true self. You always say how you want me to be happy, yet you're making me sad, depressed, frightened. Losing you would hurt me, and hearing you say these things, stab me slowly, like a knife."

"Look I'm sorry. I just, I'm surprised you chose me instead of so many hot, tough guys," he chuckles. His voice still unsteady from him being on the verge of tears.

"Well I don't want none of them. You're tough yourself; brave, smart, handsome. Some of those guys are dicks, and don't think with their heads. Now come on, shower time."

"Does this mean that you'll wash my hair, and treat me like a baby?" he jokes.

"I always do that, so why not now?"

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After washing his highlighted chestnut hair, I wash his body; slowly, perceiving each little detail on his body.

"We've been here for a long time, you've washed me up more times and longer than you've washed yourself up."

"Sorry, I'm just mesmerized by you," I laugh.

"How come? I should be saying this to you, my princess."

For these couple of day, I've put together how his words have gotten better. He speaks now as if he wasn't even deaf. Half of the time I end up forgetting and he just stares at me in total confusion as I blurt out my words. I sometimes forget that I have to speak at a slow pace for him to catch on. Lately I wouldn't have to do that, for he's learned how to read what I'm saying faster.

"You have the body of a god, pure sexiness."

"And this is when I disagr-" I cut him off as I change the water temperature to cold, and spray him with the shower head.

"Fuck, Grace why?" He whimpers.

"Never disagree with a woman. Women are always correct," I laugh.

"You're a child Grace, y'know that?"

He then turns off the water and jumps out of the shower, drying himself off and handing me my purple towel.

The room is warm, and quiet as the sound of the drawers opening can be heard, for they're the only sound in the room.

"D-d-do y-" I cut him off again.

"Slow, Grayson, you've been speaking good this whole time, remember what the doctor said. You have to speak slowly and articulate your words. Think about what you're going to say, just like you think about your actions."

"Do you want to wear my 1-800 sweater or do you want to wear my t-shirt. All of y-your shirts are dirty. We have to wash our clothes later on," he tells me slowly, looking at me with his glossy hazel eyes, and hair covered forehead.

"Of course Gray, I'll always love the heavenly smell your sweaters give off."

He then smiles, handing me his sweater with my Nike sweats. He then puts on his black t-shirt, and his black jeans with his black and white vans as I slide on my black toms.

"Ready to head to the laundromat?" Grayson asks, grabbing his keys and reaching out for my hand.

"Yeah, you have your phone right?" I ask, for he always forgets it.

"Oh, I forgot." Gray then runs off to get it, as he returns with his phone in his pocket.

"It's beautiful out here," I smile, as I stare up at him.

"Yeah, not as pretty as you though."

I smile at his cheesy remark.

As we cross the street, headlights are in view. Me not paying attention to how fast the driver is going, the car immediately turns the corner, "Grayson!" I yell.

Grayson doesn't hear me due to him not looking at me. A guy with highlighted red hair then runs toward Grayson, pushing him out of the way as the car hits the guy.

Grayson's eyes widen in shock as he kneels down towards the guy who's knocked out.

As his face comes to view, my eyes water and my hands start to shake as Grayson cries as he gasps for air every now and then.

He starts to hyperventilate.

I'm in shock and I can't move, as the view in front of me frightens me. Both guys are at great risk and quick actions without thought always lead to bad outcomes.

What do I do?!