"Murphy. Murphy look at me." Bellamy demanded. Murphy couldn't bare to look into his eyes, it'd only remind him of what he did.
"I'm not mad, Murphy. I know you were angry at your father, and not me. I get it."
He couldn't believe it, this wasn't real, right? Bellamy was not back and even if he was, why would he ever forgive him?! Murphy couldn't forgive himself, how on earth would Bellamy be able to do it? It just didn't add up.
"Murphy, please." Bellamy's eyes tried to find something in Murphy's he could hang onto, something that could tell him that it wasn't over. That they would be able to find their way somehow. Murphy turned away, unable to meet his true love's eyes in front if him. He was ashamed, he felt dirty, filthy - he felt like he was the reason people was upset every now and then. He felt that he was what created the dullness in this world, like he took the beauty out of everything beautiful he touched. He felt he was what the colour grey was. He felt grey.
Bellamy took Murphy's pale cheeks in his hands and turned the latter's face against his. As he looked in the eyes of the boy in front if him, he saw all this. And it broke him. But, he saw one more thing he'd never seen before. He saw hope. In John Murphy's eyes.
An: here's an awful filler, for an awful book by an awful writer. Anyways, I'm so fucking sorry I haven't updated this in forever. I don't want to say that I'll get better at updating this story because I won't have the time, so updates will be very irregular. I'm sawryyyyy.
BUUUUT while I was gone we've reached over 500 reads???? That is AMAZING, tysm!!!
xx Ellie
