What It's Like Loving an Idiot

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Tell me: how am I supposed to comfort a person when I have absolutely no idea what they're going through? Of course, I was the victim of infidelity, but I didn't love Zeke. I know this now. Grant loved Clair, he probably still does. He's unstable as he lays in his friend's lap. Even though James and I haven't said a thing about the whole ordeal, they know. All the important people in his life know what he's gone through here. No one said anything, we sat in silence as the party finally drowned out. It's better this way, I knew that the last thing that Grant wanted to do was to talk and especially about a wound that is so fresh. As it might be quite obvious now, this party was a mistake. I mean, Grant could've killed himself up on that roof. It was just all sorts of bad ideas.

I look up at James as his hand slowly slides down my arm. His eyelids flutter shut. It's so late, I don't know why we aren't all sleeping. I lean forward and put my face in my hands, rubbing the sleeplessness from my eyes. I lift my face and notice only one pair of eyes staring back at me, but I didn't recognize them all that much. Although, I do notice that they look extremely similar to Grant's. He motions for me to follow him into the kitchen and somehow, I find myself meeting him in there without a second thought. When I get in there, the guy is standing in front of the sink, his back to me.

"Who are you?" he asks me as soon as he turns around.

"Vena."

He sighs and leans against the counter. "What's your business talking to Grant?"

I shrug, "He's my friend," I answer bluntly.

"Do you know what's happened then? Because he won't tell any of us what happened," he glances over at the living room and back at me. Perhaps, it's my face that gives it away. He smiles, knowingly. "Go on, then."

I shake my head, "And what exactly is your business knowing what is wrong with Grant?" I question back, disregarding his question.

He chuckles at me, which isn't promising. "I'm his brother."

I should've assumed. Awhile back, Grant told us that he lives with his brothers, which, he happens to have a few of. Honestly, I wish I could just walk away from this situation, but where would I go? This is his house.

"Clair broke up with him," I say and turn to walk away, but he grabs at my elbow. I look back at him, my eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

His face softens. "Did he say why?" he takes a step away from me.

I shake my head, crossing my arms over my chest. "No." Without any further questioning from— whoever that was, I make my back to my friends.

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The next morning, James and I went home and everyone else went their separate ways. Grant, stayed home. He didn't go to his Cafe, Leah had to open it for him. Based on what's happened to him, it's understandable that he doesn't want to go anywhere, or do anything. Hopefully, he'll be feeling better by Monday for class.

"Vena? Hello?" James's voice shakes me out of my thoughts.

His eyebrows are furrowed when he finally gets my attention. "Are you doing alright?" he asks me. He stares at me from across the kitchen island.

I nod, "Yeah, I'm just worried about Grant," I offer an explanation.

He picks up his spoon, "Eventually, he'll be okay, but he needs time to heal." He smiles softly back at me as he takes a bite of his breakfast.