shaylees pov
i wake up wrapped in ethans arms.
i look up at the tv, and it's shut off, nothing but the sound of our quiet breathing.
i look over to grayson, but he is no longer there. no trace of him.
i look down at ethan, as he peacefully sleeps against me, as his hair is flopped over his face.
i lightly shakes his arms, attempting to wake him up.
this man is a brick when he sleeps. i unwrap myself from his arms, wondering off to find grayson.
i look into the several rooms, but only one room seemed to have been being used, which looked like ethans. every other room was empty- except one.
a room filled with boxes, with the writing "graysons stuff" written in black sharpie on each box, each placed on an empty mattress.
i make my way back downstairs, grabbing my phone. i scroll down to find his contact, to hopefully call him to make sure he's okay.
his contact was no where to be seen.
this is all so strange.
i sit on the bottom stair case as i get lost in my thoughts.
is he gone?
did he leave?
was he even ever here?
i make my way back to the couch, sitting where grayson was last night. i grab the pillow he laid against, finding a small paper under it.
"don't leave his side" said in small handwriting.
i put in the pocket of my sweater, shaking ethan once again.
"hey" he sits up, moving his hair out of his face with his hand, looking up at me with tired eyes.
"where did grayson go?" i look down at him, as he looks at me with confusion.
"shaylee what are you talking about?" he stands up, now looking down at me.
"where is he ethan?" i start to get frustrated, i feel like i'm going crazy.
"shaylee-" he stops his sentence, looking down at his feet.
"shaylee what? what is it?" i back up, waiting for an answer.
"grayson is dead shaylee."
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sorry for the short update! i'm updating again later this week <33
