He's Inside The Walls

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I kept my eyes down as cold, rough hands grabbed at my shoulders. Brahms had managed to get behind me. He lifted me off the chair and looked me in the eyes.
"(Y/N)," Brahms said in his little boy voice.
I looked down sheepishly, "Yes, Brahms?"
"You're so... pretty," he said, his voice slowly growing deep.
"Thank you. Please finish your dinner, Brahms. I'm going to go take a shower," The words came out shakily.

I figured he wasn't eating because I was there. He hadn't taken off his mask since the first time. I doubt he ever would again.

As I rinsed my hair from the shampoo, I heard tapping. Tapping from the wall. I quickly shut off the water and wrapped myself in a towel. I dried off and put clean clothes on. Brahms was most likely done with his dinner. I had to wash dishes otherwise Brahms would be mad.

I scrubbed away at the plates trying to stay aware of where Brahms was in the house. I pulled the drain plug out from the sink and rinsed the dishes and dried them. Soft footsteps echoed behind me. I felt warm arms wrap around my waist tightly and tensed up.
"Do you need something Brahms?"
"Story?" He asked.

I turned to face him and look at his hazel eyes. I agreed and walked with him to the study. The fireplace was crackling as we walked in and sat on the couch. We sat wrapped in blankets and read for about an hour. As I read, Brahms curled up on to my chest with his arms draped over me.
"Brahms," I whispered as he sat up.

His face was near mine, our eyes locked on each other's. He seemed so pure and good in that moment. He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. I placed my free hand on his mask. He placed his hand over mine and slowly removed his mask. I tried to see through the scars and find the real face. Suddenly an idea popped into my head.
"Do you want to get the scars off?" I asked quietly.

Brahms nodded slowly. We began talking about how he's always wanted to go out and see the world but he couldn't because his parents faked his death. He told me the story why and then let it slip that they were never coming back. I began to panic while Brahms tried to calm me.

I told him I didn't want to stay in the same house for the rest of my life. Brahms said he didn't want me to run away. So we made a compromise, I could go out as long as I told Brahms where and when I would be back, but I could only go to places he said were ok like, doctors, dentist and most importantly, the dermatologist. He wanted to get his skin normal so he could go out with me. Until then, I had to do what he wanted me to. I could easily leave him and say I was going to the doctor, but a part of me didn't want to leave him. The phone rang. It was probably my friend. I didn't answer. I could've but I chose not to. Something is wrong with me, and I don't know what it is.

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