The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

It's around half one, the next morning, when I wake up and immediately I know that something— someone is missing.

Charlie is cuddled into me, small arms and legs flung across me in a baby cub position and I smile, slowly running my fingers through his blonde curls while I try to hear any sounds or see if his brother left and I hear nor see anything which leaves a sinking disappointed feeling.

I press a kiss on the small boys head before slowly and carefully removing his body from mine and making him comfortable once again, just warmer with a fluffy blanket.

He quietly mumbles something in his sleep as I jump off the bed and I freeze, hoping he doesn't wake up just yet.

Thankfully he doesn't.

He rolls over and cuddles the blanket.

I quietly sigh in relief before I brisk walk out of the room, in search of the older man, praying that my nerves are just high and I'm just assuming shit because I do that sometimes, assume before questioning the said subject.

“Percy?” I frown, watching him tense on the balcony.

His back is facing me, his gaze focused on the road below while his lips slowly blow out smoke and his fingers tightly grasp onto the thin bud, not wanting to let it go so soon.

I eye him closely and curiously as I step closer, scrunching my nose at the tobacco smell that comes from him now

I go to stand directly in front of him, squeezing my way between his body and the railing, he chuckles and let's me through, slowly leaning my back against his front and I sigh softly, not sure on what to say or do right now so instead of speaking or actions, I decide to stay silent.

He wraps his arms around me and places his chin on top of my shoulder making me feel how ice cold his body is.

“Are you okay?” I ask after a long minute of us watching nothing and welcoming the silence for a short while. “You're so cold because you've been out here for so long.”

I feel him move his head against mine, up and down, slowly he nods his head in a silent agreement and I tsek.

His thumb gently rubs against my skin, a calming effect for me and I smile like an idiot to myself, loving when he does his little caresses and touches like this. “I know I shouldn't be smoking here, especially with my br—”

“It's fine. . . we all have different coping methods and that's okay, really. I don't think that Charlie would care either.” I state, knowing full well that the boy would probably steal his cigarettes just to break them all or plant them in the ground. “maybe, hide it though, just incase.” I add after.

I feel him slowly rub his nose against my neck and up to my cheek, it's ticklish but I won't let him know that again.

I don't want him randomly attacking me.

Just because he knows where to get and tickle me.

“I would fucking love to kiss you right now,” He hisses in my ear and I shiver. “but, I don't want you tasting nasty cigarette breath.” He laughs, squeezing me tighter to him.

I nod my head.

I don't think I would like that either.

My eyes move along with the black car that passes by, again, I swear I've been seeing that car for the third time now and that's just in this few minutes. I often see it around town too, hardly ever stopping, just there, driving and circling. I should definitely try to ask Percy about that.