After Cyrus's parents pass away after getting into a car crash, the Sykes take him in and treat him as their own.
He grows up alongside his childhood bestfriend Rosie inside a mansion. Life seemed great.
Well, right up until he fell into a depressi...
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Five months and seventeen days since he'd left
His heart was practically ready to beat out of his chest by time he was up the stairs of the place he had lived for so long.
The air was still and quiet. The house was dark. And Cyrus could barely walk straight.
Once he had finally hauled himself up the stairs, he immediately made his way to Rosie's bedroom. He needed to know she was okay.
He pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside; shocked when he noticed Rosie wasn't sleeping. Instead she was sitting up in her bed, legs crossed, back slouched, hair put up in a loose bun, a leather bound sketchbook in her lap and tears staining her face.
"Ro-rosie?" He asked cautiously as he slowly closed the door.
She looked up from her book and he frowned when he noticed how fragile she looked. She was already a small person; but now, she just looked so... petite. And weak.
And his Rosie wasn't weak.
He was shocked that when he started to near her, Rosie scrambled back off the side of her bed. Away from him.
"Rosie," he pleaded, the hurt clear in his voice. "Baby, its me."
"You left," she whimpered. "For a long time."
"You missed me?"
She shook her head slowly and looked away from him, her voice cracking slightly. "I missed you. But... i don't anymore."
He laughed softly and walked slowly towards her bed. "Thats because i'm here now, right?"
"No," she choked out as she looked up at him with a feirceness that almost scared him. "You weren't there to protect me like you promised."
"Rosie, you know i would have protected you if i was here. But i wasn't. I taught you how to protect yourself. So has your papa."
"But he was a grown man!"
"What?" Cyrus breathed. "What do you mean?" When she stayed quiet, his heart began to race. "Rosie?"
"It's all my fault."
"Tell me what happened baby."
"I should have listened," she whimpered.
He furrowed his brows and climbed up onto the bed before pulling her into his chest. She immediately sank into him and he could feel how thin she had gotten while he left.
"No," he sighed as he tucked his face into her neck. "Princess, you haven't been eating."
"I didn't feel like it," she mumbled as she played with his long fingers which were snaked around her waist.
"You know that's bad." He kissed her silky, dark waves. "I missed you so much while i was gone, you know."
"I missed you too," she said as she turned around in his arms and straddled him. Her blue eyes suddenly seemed duller than he had ever seen them.
