𝐓𝗼𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐞 ✔︎

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| ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ -  ғʟᴏʀᴀ ᴄᴀsʜ |

" ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴇʟsᴇ"
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After a few too short moments of standing there, clutching each other like they'd never get to again. And with lots of judgemental stares from neighbours who didn't even bother to hide the fact they were staring blandly through the fence, they finally walked back into the house, Reeces eyes darting around the neighbourhood, just in case.

After what just happened, he already knows how on edge his mind will become. And maybe, it will be justified this time. For once, he won't just be blind paranoia that swamps his mind and overtakes his actions.

He pulls back, leading George into the house and closing the door shut, subtly locking it in the process. That wasn't because he was paranoid, no of course not. It was a normal precaution.

George smiles at him once more before his face changes, confusion breaking through his features as he steps back from him in a way that sends his nerves into a frenzy.

"Wait Reece, what is going on? I'm so lost. First this strange guy shows up an-" George starts to pace around the small living space, twiddling anxiously with his thumbs.

His blood runs cold, mouth opening before he even registers the rest of George's sentence.

"What guy?" George snapped his eyes towards him, confusion filling them at the abruptness of his voice, tone cold and panicked. He sighed dramatically, hand flaring up to the sky.

"This weird guy with like black, medium slicked back hair and very scary looking eyes. He wouldn't leave me alone, asking if I was your friend,  knocking and knocking until-"

"Please don't tell me you let him in." He could feel his hands slightly shaking as he grabbed George's hands which were in the process of swinging around as he spoke. He stopped speaking, a look in his eyes that told him everything he needed to know.

George remained silent, eyes looking a lot softer than previously as he licks his lip before biting down on it like he's ashamed.

"Well? Aren't you going to an-

"You told me not to say it! Sorry for listening to you for once." He mumbled lightly, a small smile on his face that Reece wouldn't bring himself to replicate in that moment. His blood ran cold and his hands stopped shaking as he stilled. It felt like ice was cutting into his body, sending it into shock. Elias. He was here, in George's house. And he didn't even know it.

"Oh my fucking god George! Why would you- what did he say? Did he- did he do anything?" He rambled in a panic, mind spinning as he tried to comprehend what this meant. But it was useless, the truth was already sitting in the back of his mind, desperately begging to be let out. But he ignored it.

"Do anything? W-why would he- what do you mean?" George's face was scared and Reece only noticed the red ring that circled his eyes, a devastating contrast to the clear, salty tears that lay on the brink, threatening to spill any second. Because of him, this was all him.

He never wanted to see George scared and terrified, a feeling he'd experience far too often in himself that he was constantly forced to hide. But this, this was a stark reminder of the pain and hurt he carried around like a ghost, ready to haunt anyone he came too close too.

"Reece, who is this guy..?" His voice shook, but it was quiet and brittle, so soft he had to strain his ears to hear. Or perhaps it was a normal volume, his hearing  subconsciously choosing to block it out. To block out all the fear and brokenness that lay beneath it.