The Amnesia effect | g.d

Chapter 22 | I don't hate you

Already exhausted, I wasted no time in walking into my house. Rosie was passed out on the couch with job ads scattered all around her. I smiled at the sight of drool coming out the corner of her mouth. I grabbed a nearby blanket & slung it over her, careful not to wake her up. I took my shoes off & set them next to the door.

I could feel the climax of knowing I was going to be able to sleep in my warm bed coming on. Opening the door it was pitch black & I carelessly tossed my bag somewhere in the room.

A hissing noise causes me to turn the lights on & almost let a scream out but a hand covering my mouth stops me.

I looked up to those same hazel eyes that I haven't seen for days. My eyebrows furrowed. What was he doing here?

Once Grayson was sure I wasn't going to scream, he slowly brought his hand back down to his side. I cursed myself in my head for actually missing his snarky comments. More than anything, I missed him. And I hated myself for it.

I shut the door behind me & leaned on it as I observed Grayson. To put it nicely, he looked horrible. His eyes were blood shot & he looked like he needed a shower. His hair was everywhere which only upped his attractiveness. I was able to bring myself back into reality.

"I don't have time to deal with this right now so can you please, just leave." He didn't say anything, he just stood there.

"Grayson please-" I was cut off when I felt two arms wrap themselves around me. I stood there for a second taking in that this was the first time I had felt him in a long time. I was about to wrap my arms around him but instead I put my hands on his chest & shoved him away, with a hurt expression on his face.

"You need to leave." Instead of crawling back out the window, he sat himself down on my bed. My patience was growing very thin.

"God damnit Grayson-" I was once again cut off, but this time two hands were holding both sides of my face gently. Grayson's forehead rested on mine. I could feel his eyes burning into mine so I kept my eyes on the ground.

Once I looked up I could feel all anger vanish from my body. I felt like mush. And I didn't know how to feel about it. This had me wonder what we were doing. What was this? Were we friends or were we more? Because friends don't act like this. Then again, neither would stab you in the back the way he did.

I shifted my eyes back to the ground.

"What are we doing?"

"I don't know." I tried to not let the way his thumb was drawing circles around my cheek distract me.

"You need to give me time."

"I know."

"You need to give me time for me to figure all of this stuff out & how I feel about it. Because I don't know how I feel about you. I don't hate you even after what you did to me, but i hate myself for not hating you, & I don't want to hate myself. You need to give me space right now." I looked back up to Grayson's eyes but they were closed.

"I know." He stood up straight & set a gentle kiss on my forehead. His lips lingered for a while until I no longer felt his touch. My eyes were closed & once I opened them he was gone with my window wide open. I decided to leave it open to let all of the tension out, of course it never really left. I crashed onto my bed & let sleep take over me.

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