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"Grant. Yo-you've got to wake up. Please." I was being shaken roughly, awaking to the movements of my body, I cringed. "Thank goodness." It was Eliza. Sighing at the sight of her, I pulled my knees to my chest once more. "I wish you'd let me sleep." "Well you keep having nightmares, you're scaring me." Evilly staring at her, Eliza swallowed nervously. "You cry. You just keep crying, and you grip yourself so tightly, like you're holding on to someone. You keep saying Stone. Over, and over. Joss said you just curled up next to him and cried, he said you cried yourself back to sleep. And so he laid here with you, all night, we all did." It dawned on me to look over my surroundings, and there they were. Joss, Eliza, and Abby. Abby was sitting on the wooden floor laying next to Joss in his arms, asleep. "G-Grant. Ca-can I ask you something?" "I don't really have a choice now do I?" Laughing at my sarcasm, she hugged me. Close, and very tightly. "No, you really don't." "Well, off then. Spit it out." I urged, even though I probably wouldn't like the question. But I did it for her, I did leave her behind all of this time. For what felt like almost two years, was a week, and six days to them, so I suppose that wasn't much. "Where are all of the clocks? You tore them down as soon as you came home." Looking up to the barren wall behind her I closed my eyes. "Because time, will forever be against me." My words seemed to puzzle Eliza, as she pushed away from me in worry. "Grant, wh-what do you mean by that exactly?" Smiling I kissed her forehead, "that's enough for questions tonight, off to bed, come." Pulling her hands to my direction, she took up the open space next to me. Placing a soft hand on her belly I kissed her forehead, "All that matters is now. So I will not ponder on the past. Neither should you, I'm here now." Saying those very words killed me over, and over again, but Eliza didn't need to know that, I just needed to pretend to be okay. Because then maybe I'd start to actually believe that, I knew I wouldn't though ----------------- I thought I seen you, as my tears danced and my mind played its mocking platonic tune. Deceiving my sight to see things that were never there to begin with. You were smiling, with an open hand, reminding me you'd never leave me all alone. But when my sense of real came back to me, there was no you, only me, in the center of the alleyway. Where we vaguely vowed to stay forever in one another's company, and it was now empty of living souls. Well, except me. But as I slid to the ground in brokenness I saw someone, one I remembered from a time I called my own. The old man, with my bag. "You." I mumbled into my arms as I tugged them over my face. "I bet you're the cause for all of this." "It is you." He cited back amused, his voice husky, and malicious. "What do you want?" "Some change ma'am." Throwing the top to a garbage can at him he moved. "I don't have any, go away!" I was drained, tired, and unable to fight anymore. "Change ma'am." Finally standing to my feet I balled my weakened fist, "I've had enough, especially of you. I do not have change, nor had I have I wouldn't have given it to you. Now please, leave me alone!" Staring, with dirty hands, and shoeless feet. His brown eyes were calm, his hair was shaggy, and long. He was short, and reminded me of a troll. But not a grumpy one, puzzled by his sound objectiveness, I seemed to have had him misunderstood. Maybe he was kind. And I was the harsh one. "I want to know how I got here. I want you to tell me." "Will you give me change?" "I will give you food."
