SHAYLEES POV
i sat on the edge of a bridge, admiring the dark waves crashing against the shore.
i feel someone playing with my hand, then wrapping there fingers around mine. i look up to see ethan sitting next to me, staring into the sky.
"shay?"
how am i even here?
"please don't break me" his voice shakes, looking down into my eyes.
i wake up in my dark room, looking down at my phone.
2:12am
3 missed calls from grayson
what? i was supposed to go to his house at 6.
i text him multiple times but still no answer.
should i just go to his house?
i look through our text messages, finding his address.
i don't think he would mind.
i grab my keys off the counter, hopping in my car.
i pull up in his drive way, only seeing one car home. i didn't think much of it.
i knock on the front door, waiting for an answer.
"one second" someone yells through the house.
i couldn't recognize the voice, but it sounded like-
ethan opens the front door, in a black hoodie and grey sweatpants. his eyes are bloodshot, with faint tears under them.
"why are you here?" his voice is low, slightly shaking.
"is- is grayson here?"
"no he's out with friends" he begins to close the door on me, but i manage to stop him.
"are you okay?" i look deep into his eyes. they look so dark.
he bites the side of his cheek, looking away from me.
i grab his hand, hoping i could get to him.
he looked down at my hand, lightly holding onto it.
his hands are so cold.
he takes his hand away from mine, putting it in his pocket.
it was a peaceful silence, until ethan interrupts my thoughts.
"do you want to come in? or are you just gonna stand there." he mumbles backing up.
i step into his house, as an overwhelming smell of a vanilla flood his house.
ethan walks in front of me, leading down a dark hallway.
we end up making it to a dark room, and i cant help but think how empty it is.
he sits down on the edge of the bed, as i do the same.
i watch as he bites his bottom lip, messing with his hands. it looks almost like he's trying to hold back tears.
"what's wrong?" i look up at him, waiting for an answer.
he hesitates, looking down, grabbing a picture from off his nightstand.
it's a picture of grayson.
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