Our Tainted Dream

Twenty Six: Adorable Equals Danger

Gray's P.O.V

He shifts here and there, turning once or twice. His perfect eyebrows knit together, his jaws clenched shut as cold sweat trickles down his forehead.

He mumbles, latching onto the fabric on his chest. "Don't leave," He mutters, almost at the verge of crying. "Please don't leave."

I flinch when his body jolts forward, eyes wide and breaths hard. He glances left and right, stopping as his gaze meets mine.

Slowly, his eyelids fall close. And slowly, it opens.

He reaches for the packet of pills when he starts to cough, a hand quickly covering his mouth. When he removes his hand to open the bag, blood trickles down his chin and jaw.

But as much as I want to worry, I stay quiet.

I look at him as he wipes the blood, his eyes slowly blinking before they close, brows knitting tiredly as he sighs.

Then he stands, fingers gently resting against his stand.

"Where are you going?" I ask, trying to keep my voice as low as possible.

Not that it matters; Kei snores.

"Outside." He murmurs, voice deep and raspy as he starts to head for the door. "Aren't you afraid? There might be ghosts." I joke lightly, not expecting a reply.

He does not smile at my teasing; but then again, neither did I.

"Why be afraid of ghosts when your own father is scarier than them?" He asks rhetorically, not turning his head as his hand rests on the doorknob.

"Would you like to follow?" He asks, almost hesitantly; not waiting for an answer as he heads out.

Huffing out a sigh, I follow him out the door.

Instead of going down, he heads up.

Silently, he opens the metal door, the harsh night air hitting me like a truck. "Reid, we're not allowed on the rooftop—"

I stop midsentence, knowing he won't care.

He does not waver despite the cold air, taking a seat on the worn out bench in the middle of the rooftop. "It's peaceful out here." He whispers, throwing his head back onto wood.

The stars paint the dark night sky with constellations, blowing harsh yet soothing winds as nostalgia creeps onto the both of us.

If you be good, your star will shine bright.

'Not that I'll have a star of my own.' He said.

I smile, creeping my hand atop his as I sit. "One month sure do pass hmm?" I mutter, his fingers slowly finding mine.

He nods, and we sit there for a long while.

"Gray, there's something I—" He starts, stopping midsentence.

He huffs out, closing his eyes for a moment.

"Reid?" I call, feeling him relax as I trail my hand up his arm.

"There is something inside of me... Something—something I cannot control. Something that overtakes me." He whispers, keeping his eyes closed. His voice wavers, hands quivering ever so slightly.