Never let you go

Chapter 31

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It's been a few days since Hunter met me for coffee and started acting really weird. He seems to be doing better now but I can't help but worry. I have a feeling that some of the weirdness came from meeting Grayson. I could tell it bothered Hunter that we hung out, and by hung out I mean talked to each other at the tutor center. I had no outside involvement with Grayson and I didn't want any. Sure he is nice but why would I need him around when I have Hunter? I love Hunter.

I could tell Grayson has a bit of a thing for me. I'm not oblivious, but I nipped that in the butt right away. I told Grayson I was involved with Hunter and he seemed to understand. Besides guys like Grayson have never really been my type even when Jason was alive. He was too clean cut and perfect and guys like that always seem great on the outside but they usually have tons of flaws on the inside and I'm not talking about the kind that Hunter has. I'm talking about flaws like caring too much about money and your family picking out your future spouse because they had to have good breeding. I could never deal with that. I would take Hunter and the darkness he carries inside him over that any day of the week.

Hunter and I are currently sitting in my apartment and I'm doing homework while he reads and looks at my sketches. I smile though when I catch him staring at me every now and then. It reminds me of all the times before the accident when we used to do this. I'm in the middle of reading one of my textbooks when I look up and see that Hunter has a pencil in his hand and it looks like he's drawing.

"What are you doing?" I ask curiously.

He looks up at me startled for a second. "Oh. Nothing" he says quickly.

"Are you drawing?" I ask as I move to stand up since I was sprawled out on the floor.

"Maybe" he says covering the paper when I try to sneak a peek.

"I didn't know you could draw" I say surprised. "Let me see."

"It's not very good" he says as he looks up at me. "I'm not used to drawing people, but you were just lying there looking so cute that I figured I'd give it a shot."

"What are you used to drawing then?" I ask.

"Buildings" he says.

"Buildings?" I ask stupidly.

"Yes. Buildings" he repeats with a smirk. "I used to find buildings so beautiful and fascinating. I wanted to build them and create beauty of my own."

"So you wanted to be an architect?" I ask.

"Yea" he says sadly. "But like you said dreams change."

I feel a pain in my heart when he says this. It was moments like these that proved to me his pain was my pain.

"So what's your dream now?" I ask.

"I don't think I have one" he says honestly after a few moments and it makes me so sad to hear him say that. I want to ask what made his dream go away but I don't because I don't want to upset him or pressure him into telling me.

"We'll have to work on that then" I say offering him a kind smile.

"Yea" he whispers back to me and smiles but his eyes are still sad.

I decide it's time to move on from this so I say, "Alright well fork it over" gesturing to the drawing since he still hasn't shown it to me yet.

He looks at me and then hands the drawing over reluctantly. "No laughing" he says.

I take it from him and look at it, and I'm stunned by what I see. It's beautiful. Sure it's not perfect but it's definitely not terrible like he made it seem. I can only imagine what the buildings he used to draw look like if he is better at drawing those than people.