Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 70. The Building

I suggest reading two of the previous chapters, so you wouldn't be lost during this chapter.
I missed this. I missed writing. I want to go back to being a child without responsibilities (;v;)/

【Tim's POV】

Brian who was walking ahead of us slowed down to a halt, point the flashlight in front of us, "There it is." He said in an upbeat tone as the building came into view.

"I have the key." I mumbled as I took the said object out of my pocket and handed it to Byron. He stared at the hideout, not noticing my outstretched hand, "Hey." I called.

He took notice and took the key with a sigh. He seems to be blinking a lot too.

As Brian walked ahead, towards the door, I stayed and whispered to Byron, "If you're exhausted, just go already. Do you want Brian to know that you're being . . . I don't know, different?"

"How come you two are still fine?" He asked, "My vision is getting blurry."

"I don't sleep this early, Brian's situation is probably the same with me." I explained, "Besides," I paused and gave him a hard push on the chest, sending him back a few steps as he stumbled to catch his balance, "Your built isn't up for a late night run in the woods. Too . . . slender." I bit my tongue to prevent myself from saying anything more.

"You did not have to push me." He sent me a sharp look, "And I've been doing this for a long time, it doesn't make sense."

"Yes, it does. You're just a bit dumb." I rolled my eyes, "Obviously, you were used to it because you rely on some other kind of force. Now, it's gone." I began to walk towards the building with him following behind me, "Your source of energy is gone and you're still as thin as a stick. It's not ideal for activities like this."

"I can't help it." He muttered, "My physique doesn't change no matter what I do."

Damn, if this continues, he won't even have the energy to get up from bed everyday, "You should start eating more."

"It's tiring."

I stopped once again, "Who the hell gets tired from eating?"

"I do." He scoffed.

"It's just eating!" I argued, "You literally just chew!"

"My jaw hurts after a while." He nonchalantly said.

I was about to say something back when I realized. Ever since he got that curse, he didn't have to eat, and he really didn't eat anything ever since. With that, and the fact that he rarely opens his mouth to speak, it made sense that he'll get 'tired' from it. The muscles in his jaw were barely used.

This is a bigger problem than I originally thought . . . It's been so long since he lived as a normal human being . . .

It took Byron a few more seconds before he fixed his posture and went up to the big, metal door. Brian and I kept watch as he used the key and－with a little force－the rusty entrance made a loud click.

Byron began to push the door, but it was obvious that he didn't have enough strength to push it open. I hurriedly went to his side and helped, revealing the insides of the small building with the help of a flashlight.

There was a desk and there were wooden shelves in every corner of the dingy room, all had aged, but still served their purpose. Books of different materials and origin occupied the antique shelves, some decaying and some looked as if they were just made yesterday.