Consequences

sixteen

Ella

Two days.

It has been two days I have done nothing but recalled the good ol' days. I couldn't help the rush of memories that flowed one after the other. I couldn't help but relive the past, hoping things will get better.

Surprisingly, Grayson has been busy with his meetings and stuff. He hasn't bothered me since the last time I saw him on the day of the party. It seems like we've been avoiding each other. And let's just say we're both good at it. He is not home when I wake up and I am already in bed when he returns to the house.

I flinch at the word house. Something inside me twists painfully recalling how Grayson used to be my safe haven, my home. It used to feel amazing in his warm arms - peaceful and safe - as if the world didn't exist. I would forget all my worries once Grayson would hug me, pulling me impossibly close to him.

Flashback.

"Are you okay?" I was sitting by the window, aimlessly gazing out when Gray's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. Quickly wiping the tears away, I turned to face him.

Rain had been pouring down heavily since morning. Normally, I loved it when it rained. But not today. I guess it was not my day. I had been feeling super gloomy and exhausted. I was just tired over all.

"I am fine," I smiled tightly to assure Gray I was fine. It have been almost six months into our relationship. Six months since we confessed our feelings and he asked me to be his girlfriend. And I have loved every bit of it, every second of us being together.

A month after he proposed me to be his girlfriend, we decided to move out of the hostel and bought a small apartment near college. We had been staying together since then. And being with him, it was amazing.

"Have you been crying?" He took a step closer, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

I scoffed, "And why would I cry without any reason?"

I felt bare as his squinted gaze assessed me like a hawk. I sometimes hated how he can read me like an open book.

"I am fine, Gray," I rolled my eyes, "Just drop it."

He sighed taking my hand in his, "You know you can talk about it. I am here for you."

I was on the verge of tears. But I did not want to cry in front of him. I will not. My patience was running thin and he was not helping, at all.

"I am totally fine," I snapped, "What part of it you do not understand?"

I did not know why I was being like this but I could not help it. I just needed to be alone.

A lone traitorous tear escaped my eye despite my unwillingness. Gray hummed and pulled me close. The lone tear turned into a sob when he wrapped his arms around me.

I buried my head in his chest as he tightened his hold on me.

"It h- has been a year. I- I miss them," I cried harder. It had been a year since my parents died. Today was the same date I received a call from the hospital informing me about their accident. My heart hurt thinking of how I will never see them again, how I will not hear their voices again.

"Hey. Hush. Don't cry," he tried to calm me.

"I am so sorry they are not here anymore, El," Gray rubbed my hair, his soothing words calmed me a little, "But I am here, and I am not planning to leave you. Never."

Safe. That was what I felt. Warmth. That was what I was surrounded by. It felt contended to be in his arms. I felt better.

The warmth of his arms and the promise in his words was enough to calm my heart. I do not know for how long I cried in his arms because my brain soon gave in to the exhaustion and I fell into the dark abyss. But I knew one thing.

No-one else can offer me the safety and satisfaction I felt in his arms. No one.

Flashback ends.

I can not say the same now though. Everything we once had has fallen apart now. Just like a tall building falls down; brick by brick. Or like a tree that shed its leaves in autumn; one by one; until it is all bare and empty.

Getting up from the couch I have been lying on since morning, I stride towards the kitchen to fetch a bottle of vodka. I undo the lid and, not bothering to get a glass, gulp it down straight from the bottle. While making my way back to the couch, I just hope the alcohol will help me numb my thoughts. But, I guess, it did the exact opposite. Because once I had drank till the last drop, I could not help but take a trip down my memory lane, recalling every savored moment; moments I and Grayson created - together.

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Hello people. How are y'all doing?

Yep. I am back with a new chapter. Ik it's short, again, but at least it's an update. Also, sorry for updating after too long.

Spam me with votes and comments, I'll be waiting. And yeah, ignore the typos, imma too lazy to proof-read. And I think next chapter is gonna be Gray's POV and let's just say it will be fun ;)

That's all. Tata. Take care x.