Prisoner Of The Storm (CANCELLED check my works for current version!!!)

Eight

Eight

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        “Grey, wake up.” I hear August say. I moan and roll over. “Come on, you need to eat something.” I sit up slowly, rubbing my eyes. I look at August, who is grinning at me.

        “What?” I ask, standing up.

        “Nothing really. You just look funny when you wake up.” He says, coming close and kissing me on the forehead. I punch him in the stomach.

        “What time is it?” I ask, stepping over August, who is crouched on the ground. The corners of my mouth tip up when I see him struggle to stand. I kind of feel bad, I hadn’t meant to use that much strength.

        “Close t-to midnight.” He says. “God, how can you punch that hard?” He asks.

        I smile. “Torture.” His expression wipes the joke away. “Come on, I was kidding. Don’t start pitying me.” He nods and we walk out of his room. I tie my hair up into a knot. I hate how much it gets in my face.

        “What do you want to eat?” August asks. I sit on the couch and lean against the armrest.

        “Nothing. I’m not hungry, I can’t stop thinking.” I say, putting my face in my hands.

        “Lyss will be okay. She’s got to be strong if she’s your friend.” He says.

        “It’s not just her though…you heard what Tom said about my parents. I really thought he would help, I thought he would do something. I know they thought all of that stuff would give me a way to get out, but it’s useless. I don’t know what to do.” I say.

        “It’ll be okay. When The Storm passes we’ll go down there, maybe I can find something.” August says.

        “I already burnt it down…” I blurt out. Why?

        “Oh…” He says. I look up at him, his back is turned from me. “It’s fine. We’ll just find another way to get there.”

        “Why are you like this? You’ve never had anything to do with any of it but here you are. You shouldn’t be though, I don’t deserve it.” I say.

        “Don’t you get it?” He says, walking over and crouching on the ground in front of me. “I’m in love with you. Even if you don’t believe me, even if you think love is a word some monk came up with while smoking bird feathers.” He says. “I’m in love with you, and nothing will change that. By the way, I don’t see any reason you don’t deserve help.” That’s because you haven’t seen the bodies.

        I stare up into his eyes. I’ve always liked his eyes the best, whenever I look at them I feel safe. I’ve never seen any like them. Except….

        His eyes were amazing. Like sunshine in the sky.

        I stare up at him, putting a small smile on my face. I have no doubt in my mind now. It’s him. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize.

        August bends his head and kisses me. My mind is racing. It’s him, he’s alive. I’m kissing him. I pull away slightly, looking at him again. He smiles and presses his lips to mine.

        He pulls away now, both of us breathing hard. He let’s go of me and moves farther away. “Will you eat now?” I shake my head. I can barely speak. It’s him, it is. That means he’s an Outsider. That’s who helped us, my parents told me later. That the boy who saved me was an Outsider. Why didn’t he tell me? Why did it take this long? He didn’t tell me…even after he knew about Thomas. Why?