Redemption || MorMor

Roses

For those who didn't read the last chapter: basically, Seb was hit as a child by his homophobic father, and Jim was abused by his brother. They told each other about their childhood and it was sad but at least they have each other. Also, Jim has multiple personality disorder (hence the pills, but they're for the wrong diagnosis.) Just to keep you beautiful people in the know, I'm hoping to write around 100,000 words if I can. That will be roughly 50 chapters (Assuming I keep my average of 2,000 words a chapter.) I promise to do my best to keep it interesting. I have plans for what I'm going to do, so just enjoy. Also, please comment and share! See if we can get it to 1K at least :D

After that, things were different between them. They were much more open with each other, much more caring in a way. They were sensitive about each other's issues and talked more about things, important things. They also found that, over the months, they spent more time together. After confessing so much to each other, they began to feel like the other had become a part of them, leading to them not wanting to spend much time apart, if any at all. 

Jim felt an improvement in himself, not enough for his fear of the dark to go away, but still an improvement. Sebastian held him just that little bit closer each night, like he knew it would make him feel safer. Which it did. Jim would often wake in the night and panic, thinking that he wasn't there, that he was alone. He would scramble desperately for his hand and then would take a while to calm down back into sleep. Seb, of course, would be deep asleep and unaware of this. And Jim wouldn't tell him. He thought he was weak enough in his eyes anyway.

One day, Jim woke up when it was already light, he had slept right through, which was unusual for him. Sebastian was already awake, sat up and leaned against the headboard, on his mobile. Jim could sense a different atmosphere, not like what he was used to. 

"Morning, Seb," he reached out from the covers to touch his hand and smiled. But the smile quickly dissipated as Sebastian's glare fixed on him. He was right. Something was wrong. He pulled his hand away slowly. 

"Oh, look. He's up." His voice was harsh, sharp, and spoke the words like they were poison.

"Sebby, are you okay? What's wrong?" 

At this, Sebastian began to laugh, looking up and rolling his eyes. "What's wrong with me? Nothing, no. In fact, I'm very happy." He put his phone down on his bedside table, "primarily because I don't have to put up with this anymore."

Jim swallowed, the dread building in his stomach and causing sweat to bead on his forehead. "Don't have to do what anymore?" His voice was quiet with terror.

"This. Us. You." Sebastian stood up and leaned back against the window. 

"What do you mean?"  He whined, scared. He sat up and looked at him desperately.

Sebastian gestured to his phone, "that was just my superior. They have what they need. I don't need to do this anymore." He was smiling but it wasn't a good smile. Far from it, very far from it.

"What do you mean?" 

"This stupid fucking relationship shit. I don't need to pretend anymore. God, does it feel good!" He chuckled, stretching. Then he saw the look on Jim's face and gave him a look of fake sympathy. "Oh, did poor Jimmy not know that his lover is a spy?"

"A-A spy? What do you-"

"What do I mean?" He mocked and laughed again, cruelly. "I mean that I've been paid by people who don't like you to infiltrate and discover what I can about you. None of us quite expected you to tell me so much. Or that you'd end up liking me so much. Well, the me I pretended to be. Of course I'm not like that. I'm not nearly that patient. I can't tell you how many times I've almost hung myself being around you."