TMR oneshots

You choose PART TWO!

It's been three weeks and you trust the boy from the box About as much as he trusts you. You just stare at each other, he holds his knife, you hold yours. You feel so much tension and you wouldn't be surprised if either of you cracked and killed the other. Anxiety is high and no one sleeps. You want to trust him, you don't want to feel alone anymore.

"Look, this is ridiculous. Neither of us know where we are, neither of us know what's going on, can we please talk about this?" you look up from where you where sitting, you no longer hold your knife in you grasp twenty four seven, now you hide it in your boot.

"How do I know you're not lying?" You meet his eye, they where dark, attractive but you didn't trust them yet. "Who's to say you didn't come to kill me?"

"I would have done it by now." he said plainly. He sat down beside you. You tensed a little letting your hand move to your boot. "Look I found a faucet in the basement i turned it on. It was the main water supply. It waters the garden too, that's why you couldn't grow anything." You nod. You didn't look at him as he talked and you didn't relax your muscles. "Please look at me." He grabbed you shoulder, your hand wrapped around the knife handle, but you looked.

His eyes where pleading. they seemed to be screaming for help, for trust, they where terrified. "Look, I don't remember shit, I don't know my family, my friends, why I'm here, who you are and I'm tired of not trusting you. I don't want to live like this. Please give me a chance. If you're willing to take the knife from your boot and put it away so will I." He let go of your shoulder. He seemed so vulnerable, he seemed to feel the same as you. You where tired and scared and would give anything to be able to trust this boy. But you realized he was giving you the chance to. He offered you a sliver of hope, that in this entire farm of hell they could make something work. He made his move for peace, it was your turn now.

You grabbed the knife from your boot and raised it. You made your choice and you where going to follow through, no matter how it scared you. You swung your arm down and let the blade cut through. You let go of the handle and stared at it sticking up from the ground. You looked at the boy, he then did the same.

You took your hand shaking and extended it towards him. He took it and shook.

"(Y/n)" you said no louder then a whisper.

"(H/n)" he said. The choice was made and you hoped to the universe that it was the right one.