I woke up to the sound of beeping. It was so bright. I didn't recognize where I was. All I saw was two familiar green eyes looking into mine. Grells. "Its alright." He had said to me, "your alright." I was alright? I tried to move but a sharp pain drowned my soloplex and my forearm. I looked down at my arm. I think it was obvious that I was alarmed since he had covered it up with a towel but the words engraved my mind like it did my arm.
' Roses are dead
Love is fake
Weddings are a funeral
Just with cake.'
There was a moment of silence before grell had said,"you had been attacked."
"What?"
"You have been attacked. Well I was the target but you saved me. I-I would have been dead if you hadn't of stopped it." He started to tear up as he said the last words. It hurt to see him like this but I barely showed it. "Why were you a target?" I held his had. They were shaking so much I could feel it throughout my body. "So we were reaping like we usually do when I had a soul of a maid and when i was there there was that druid guy there taking her soul. So I fought for it and in the process, ripping his shirt. Next thing I knew was that I was on the ground watching you fight of the others and... lose."
I looked at him cold in the eye,"I was scarred for life because of a shirt?" There was a moment of panic in his eyes. I started laughing. It hurt a lot but I didn't care. Grell gave me a smile of pure confusion and started laughing as well and made a little nod as a sharp pain hit my neck. I turned around and hit whoever did that to me. "G-Glad your feeling better boss." Ronald stood before me with a bloody nose. Fuck. I touched where he had pricked me. Blood. Green blood. "What. The. Fuck."
Ronald smiled at me, " The nurse told grell to inject the antidote when you were awake."
"Antidote for what?" I looked over at grell hoping he would let me down easy. All he said was, "The poison."
YOU ARE READING
just a dream (grellium)
Romanceif words could be broken down what could they say? If never letting go could be a death sentence, most of us would be gone. it would be weakness to kill a rose and strength to spare it, but your actions can never be broken, even if it's just a dream.
