TORN!

DREY

Cerian.
When I woke up, Corey was still asleep,arms draped around my waist,hair falling over his face like a curtain. I know I looked like a weirdo staring at a man deep in slumber snoring softly. The thing is,I wasn't just staring so no one has a right to call me a weirdo. I was simply drawn to Corey's torso covered tattoos. One particular one caught my eye and no - this time it wasn't the half dead tree on his arm nor the virgin Mary on his right breast but the one right above his navel.

Drey Winchester
1997-2016.

It was a date of someone's lifetime,like the ones written on tombstones. Did someone die? Drey, the name sounded familiar, was he the one that crossed to the other side? What sort of connection did he have with Corey? Brother, friend,cousin perhaps? Boyfriend?

Thinking of Corey having a boyfriend didn't really sit right with me,so I scrapped it off my guess list. I'm not jealous, its just that he's never mentioned a boyfriend.

Yeah -I know,he's very discrete. But still.

"This is the millionth time,I get you staring at me," Corey said in a raspy morning voice,eyes flattering open to welcome the new day. "Found anything interesting yet?" He asked with a smile.

"Morning to you too," My eyes moved from the tattoo, "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby,did you have fun last night?"

To answer his question,I kissed him and he responded with another kiss followed by a soft chuckle. "That answers my question. Glad I get to see you smile."

Ask him about Drey?

I inhaled deeply,pulling the sheets a bit high up my waist and turned to fully face,Corey. In all honesty, I was scared to ask about Drey,it was probably something really personal but I'm just really curious. If he doesn't want to talk then,I'll be okay with it.

I think..

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure," Was Corey's reply.

"Who's Drey? "

Corey's lips turned to a straight line,I felt him slightly shift away from me. My heart sort of cracked but I didn't bitch about it,I was more concerned about Corey. There was a huge dark grey storm cloud hovering on his head and when I looked at his eyes,they had turned from a warm and welcoming brown to misty pitiful brown. Maybe I asked the wrong question.

"I'm really sorry,you don't have to...I was just curious and...shit,I fucked up bad.."

He fell back on the bed,misty eyes now fixated on the ceiling. I watched him,inhale deeply,like one would before diving into a river then he brought both hands to cover his face and exhaled.

I was about to let out another string of apology but he beat me to it, "Its not your fault," He face palmed and that's when I saw the tears. God I'm such an idiot.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," I urged,hoping we'd just change the subject and talk about less depressing things like how hungry I am. That's not depressing right?

"Drew was the love of my life," Corey said,his eyes still fixated on the ceiling, "I know, you'll tell me that I don't have to talk about it,but I want to because if I don't. I'll suffocate and I'm tired of suffocating. Plus,you deserve to know,"

I think I unconsciously glued my lips together because I couldn't speak and tell Corey, "It's okay,let's focus on here and now,"

"He had the big blue eyes,had a nice laugh,it'd turn a bad day to a good one. He had a big heart,probably twice the size of Africa because he cared so much about people. Although he looked frail and timid,he was sure to defend the people he cared about. He was never scared to speak his mind and that's what made me drawn to him."