Remembering Grey

~ Voices ~

*Extremely short chapter, sorry guys*

My head is spinning by the time we make it back to Milo's room. That's two people in a week that have had fingerprints seared into their skin, that kind of thing just doesn't happen and now it's happened twice. Who just brands people with fingerprints? But they didn't just brand Stacy, they killed her too. Pacing the length of the room I notice a card resting on the small table beside the door. I pick it up, examining it before opening it. The outside is blank and the inside is empty save for a typed out message reading:

Since we're being sloppy

"They clearly have the wrong room." I tell Grey who's reading it over my shoulder. Taking one last look at the message and the smiley face following it I close it back before Grey takes it from me and tosses it into the trash bin.

"Hey, that could've been for someone." I protest but he just shrugs plopping down into one of the two comfy chairs and I sit in the remaining one. I don't know why it's so easy with Grey. I've never been the shy type but I've also never made a friend so fast or easily, with Grey it's different. It's just something about him, I get that he's a little odd but the vibes he gives off draw me to him.

"Cy," Grey calls pulling me from my thoughts, "do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"No, I don't mind."

"Where is your father?" I suck in a breath shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

"He died eight years ago." Something that looks a lot like guilt flashes across his face before he stashes it away, replacing it with curiosity.

"How?"

"He was a construction worker, his team was working on some fancy skyscraper downtown. One of the men had been secretly drinking and tried to operate a machine. He managed to lift the steel beams ten stories before he made one drunken move that sent them flying off the platform they'd been on. My dad and two other men lost their lives that day." I silently applaud myself for not shedding one tear, I've cried too much these last few days. Not wanting to talk about sad things anymore I change the subject to something I've been meaning to ask him.

"Guess what?"

"Huh?"

"We never told each other how old we are." he nods with his lip sticking out a little.

"I'm twenty-three but I already know how old you are." again with his shrugging.

"How?" I question squinting my eyes.

"Did Milo tell you?" he lets out one of his low chuckles.

"Yes, the first day I met him when he kept calling me your, um, what is it called?"

"Boyfriend." Like I said odd, adorably odd.

"He told me your birthday too." He looks smug while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Did he?"

"Yup, July eleventh, a Tuesday. Archangel Chamuel."

"What?" I ask him not quite hearing that last part.

"Nothing, just talking to myself."

"As long as you don't answer you're in the clear." Milo's voice has us turning toward him and Grey laughs. Not one of his low chuckles but a real booming laugh that seemingly echoes off the walls. He recovers unnaturally fast, side-eyeing Milo and I.

"What is going on in here?" the doctors loud voice comes from the door way.

"Nothing we-" he cuts me off with the wave of his hand.

"I shouldn't have let you in here it's too soon and you," he points an accusing finger at Grey, "I expect more from. Goodbye Ms. Adner." I have no idea what he thinks we did but I don't argue, I can't get myself banned. God only knows when he'll let me see him again. Grey's eyes never leave the doctor as I gather my things and kiss Milo's forehead.

"Milo, I'm so sorry, I promise I'll come back." He looks so defeated as he wraps his little arms around me.

"Bye Cy." I hate myself so much right now. I move toward the door with Grey following, seeing me out.

"That was unnecessary." Grey whispers harshly. An eerily deep and unfamiliar voice answers.

"So." I turn around but it's only the two of them there and they aren't so much as looking at each other.

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