grayson
[ tuesday ]"hey.. a-are you okay?" i repeat getting closer to the figure. the wind starts to pick up, the rain starts to turn into thunder. i lift my hood over me. the figure looks like a guy. he doesn't move at all.
once i'm close enough i gently go to try get the guys attention. "hey-" i touch his shoulder softly, but lead the guy to jump at the touch and scream. the tall male sits up freaking out, crawling away till he hits his back into a wall.
i stare at him, noticing how frightened he is.
"oh no.. no no hey its okay! i'm not here to hurt you, i'm just asking to see if you're okay. i heard crying so i came to see what it was and i found you." i try to calm him down.my heart softened looking at the sight of this guy. he looked like a mess. his clothes & his body were drenched in water. he had dark purple bags under his eyes. his eyes were bloodshock. purple.. almost blue lips. he looked miserable.
"n-no.. y-yeah i-i'm.. i-i'm f-fine, s-sorry please d-don't hur-hurt h-hurt me." he tries to speak without stuttering. i start to tear up looking at him. i felt terrible. i look around the area and see that he had set up a bed by using the cardboard boxes and had flattened them. his bag and everything in it was soaked.
"oh.. my.. god.. i'm not here to hurt you..." i gasp, looking around the area. "listen.. i know we don't know each other. b-but maybe if you want you could come to my house for a few nights.. i just.. i'm in utter shock. i'm so sorry you had to stay here like this." i wipe my tears away.
he stares at me with disbelief. "y-yes. t-that w-wo-would be l-love..lovely." he says, his whole body was shaking. as he slowly gets up, i notice he had scratches and bruises on his arms.
he goes to try pick up his bag but i immediately stop him "no- no i can help! how bout you hold the umbrella and i'll carry your bag." you say gently grabbing his hand, giving him the umbrella. "oh o-oh oh th- thank y-y-you." he shutters at the breeze, gripping onto the umbrella.
i pick up the satchel, putting the strap over my body. "is that everything?" i ask before we leave. "y-yes. th-thank you." he stutters, trying to force a smile.
we begin to walk towards my house.
[5 MINUTES LATER]
we walked in silence throughout the walk.
occasionally i would hear him talk to himself or he would shutter at the breeze.once we reach the house i turn towards it, he continues walking not realising that i had stopped for him. "hey we're here." i laugh.
he stares at the house in awe. i unlock the door slipping off my boots, him doing the same.the water from his clothes dripped onto the floor. "s-sorry ab-about t-" he says but i cut him off. "nono it's fine! uh just follow me and i'll lead you to the shower. i can find some spare clothes while i clean your ones." i say waving him over to follow me leading him upstairs.
i take him to the second spare room and lead him to the bathroom. "th-thank you so so s-so much." he sighs, appreciating this. i smile at him closing the door.
ethan
[ tuesday ]i look around the bathroom, and then i turn to look at the mirror. i looked like a zombie. i looked dead. i hated it. i avoid looking at myself any longer. i take slow breaths before taking off my clothes and turning the shower on. i breathe in slowly entering the warm water hitting my chest.
it felt amazing. i haven't had this in days. my body begins to warm up, creating goosebumps at the feeling. fog starts to form at the heat.
i close my eyes, letting the water run down my face. i felt alive again. i smile to myself. i pick up the body wash and start to clean myself up.grayson
[ tuesday ]i hear the shower turn on. i'm really happy that i'm doing this. i feel like i just saved someone.
i walk back downstairs grabbing his bag and carrying it towards the wash room.once i get there, i hesitate to open the bag. i feel like i'm invading his privacy. i take deep breaths praying that he wasn't a drug lord or something. i giggle because i'm just cleaning his clothes.
i unzip the bag, it revealed a photo of him and a lady who looked to be in her mid 40's. they look really happy. maybe it's his mom? i wonder what happened to her. i push that aside; grabbing all of his clothes at once and throwing it in to the washer and press start. i also notice that his phone was at the bottom of his satchel.
it was not turning on. probably because of all the water. i head towards the kitchen and i scoop some dry rice into an empty bag and plop his phone inside, leaving the bag on the counter.
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alone | grethan
Fanfictionau ethan dolan has autophobia. fear of being alone. [ kinda slow burn, read for more! ]