DEMENTED | Ethan Dolan

GRACE

Y/N had awoken the next morning oddly refreshed—and in the arms of an angel. Literally.

Grayson's arms were wrapped around her securely and his face was buried in her neck, still sound asleep. She smiled softly at the sight and dared not to move; his presence had always been comforting, but ever since last night's events she'd been strangely feeling especially... enthusiastic about life. For instance, now that she's agreed to leaving this godforsaken place with Grayson, she'd been feeling less worrisome and actually excited for the future. Could it be an angel's touch?

Grayson's eyes suddenly fluttered open and flocked to Y/N, and a smile crawled upon his lips. "Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning," she replied in a quiet tone, shifting herself slightly beside him. "Hey, Gray? Where do you think we should go, you know, when we leave?"

His smile grew and he placed a hand on her cheek. "I was thinking about Australia. I know it's pretty far but it's incredibly beautiful there. You'll love it, and we'll be able to live out the rest of our lives together in peace, as things should be."

She raised an eyebrow. "But you're an angel and I'm a human—wouldn't people get suspicious of me growing old and you staying young? And what happens when I die?"

He chuckled. "Where we'll live it's going to be pretty secluded, so we'll have far less interaction with anybody for the most part. And when you'll die? You'll become an angel like me and we'll live together in Heaven for all of eternity."

Y/N was never the best at telling lies herself, nor was she a detective of when others were—but for some reason, she cannot help but feel as though there is something off about Grayson. She doesn't know what it was, but when he was talking about their future together, there was some sort of glint in his eyes that looked suspicious. It kind of felt mischievous, like he was lying about something but she couldn't figure out what. Lately there's been a sort of aggressive ambiance when it comes to the angel, but she had blamed that on Jake who he detested with all his heart. She doesn't know, but she does know that he's changing somehow.

"So... when do you think we should leave?" she asked, yawning in the meantime.

Grayson flashed a toothy grin. "I was thinking tomorrow evening."

She sat up a little, startled. "Tomorrow? Don't you think that's a little too soon?"

She had suddenly grown reluctant of it all, as if she had broken out of some dazed spell.

"Calm down, baby." Grayson quickly sat up with her and grabbed her by the face, locking their lips together for a short kiss. "Tomorrow is an absolutely perfect time to leave this place."

Suddenly, everything seemed fine again.

"Tomorrow is the perfect time," Y/N repeated in agreement, settling back into his arms in a much more relaxed state.

The angel smirked victoriously.

-

Rose paced through Heaven worriedly, passing several angels left and right. When she finally arrived at the Golden Gates, she waited as patiently as she could, not wanting to disturb the Lord who was tending to His own business. When she was finally allowed in, she stalked right up the stairs and stumbled into His quarters, finding him sitting frustratingly in His seat as He glared at the small window that allowed Him to observe the world.

"Lord, we have a problem."

"I am well have we have a problem, Rose. Many of them, in fact. But you must specify," God spoke neutrally.