With that.
I just looked outside the window and watched everything pass by us fast.
Time was moving fast.
We we're so close.
Our lips inches away.
But it never happened.
Once again.
I pulled my hand up and brushed my thumb against my lip.
Before sighing.
I didnt cry.
There were no tears left to come out of my eyes.
I just watched the cars pass by and my life just getting deeper and deeper.
It feelt like there is no end to this.
But i still had hope.
And i didnt even know why.
I feelt like somewhere in the future Grayson and I might just.
Be together.
"You will"
The small unfimiliar voice spoke inside my head, i shaked it left and right my eyebrows furrowing slightly confused.
The voice was soft and very light.
Like someone is whispering in your ear while youre sleeping.
Not worried much about this i just brushed it off and keept looking outside untill we got home.
...
Grayson's p.o.v
I heard his yells coming from downstairs and his loud footsteps making their way to my cell.
"Was it you again!?"
He yelled pushing my doors a bit, yet not open.
If he opened them his story would end right then and there.
No wonder he is on the other side.
"Who?...."
I asked getting up looking at him.
"Of course you know who!?"
He said staring into my soul.
My hands wrapped around the bars again.
Just as i thought the voice was going to speak inside my head.
"Calm down"
I heard.
I looked around with lifted eyebrows, the voice was so familiar yet so light and i could barely hear it.
"Hey! Im talking to you grayson dolan."
He cought my attention again and i looked back at him.
"Court is not too far my son"
His words started breaking my heart, the last time he called me that was when he really cared.
"Ill make sure they tie the rope around your neck."
He said and with a chuckle walked away.
My eyes widened at his information.
"I-i will..."
I whispered stuttering and looked back down.
"You wont"
The old man said, standing on the other side across my cell.
"How are you always so sure?"
He smiled at me under his slightly grey-ish beard.
"This is not going to be a tragedy, Romeo and Juliet had many ways to walk out but never did. Insted they choose death. You can ALWAYS no matter the situation. Find your way out"
I kinda listened to his words carefully.
He seems to always refer Romeo and Juliet to my type of situation.
Why is that?
I will never understand.
Maybe one day.
Who knows.
But I have hope.
I am sure I will one day hold her In my arms without a single care in the world.
And I was ready.
I was ready to get out of here however, whenever.
Just to see her.
Not knowing the court is really close I hoped she will appear there.
I hoped she will save the thing we have between us.
