What Happened in Winter [boyxboy]

Chapter Thirty-Three

Kyle POV

Something didn't feel right. Kyle didn't know how to explain it, but it felt like all the air around him had been sucked out and the lights in the foyer of his parent's house seemed dimmer. He felt like he was in a vacuum and no matter how deep of a breath he pulled in, his brain wasn't getting enough oxygen.

"Kyle? Honey, are you okay?" his mom asked softly. Her voice swam from one ear to the next, the sound muffled like being under water. His pa shook his shoulder as both Kyle's parents huddled over him.

"S-something... something is wrong..." Kyle whispered, looking around the room as if to find the culprit.

"What do you mean, son?" Kyle's pa asked, his voice as soothing as always.

Kyle looked back at his parents, his eyes darting around and breath coming in short bursts. He must have looked deranged because his parents leaned back and shared a worried glance.

"I think he's gonna die," Kyle said matter-of-factly. His parents shared another wordless exchange before his mom hesitantly asked, "Is it the same feeling as before...?"

Kyle closed his eyes and remembered the same gut-feeling he had when his biological father ended up in the hospital, dying of stage four lung cancer. And how sickly and pale he was in the hospital, ready for death to swing its scythe. Kyle absentmindedly tugged at the gold chain around his neck, the last and only substantial gift his biological father ever gave him.

"Yeah. It's the same," Kyle said at last.

"Do you know where he is?" Kyle's father prompted.

"No. But, I think I have an idea." With that, Kyle was on his feet, already running out the front door, his parents not far behind.

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Kyle practically stumbled up the Meermark Inc. building he had used as a secret hideout for so long. He didn't know what Meermark Inc. made when it was a running business back in the day, but it was obviously a factory of some sort.

He and his parents stopped dead in their tracks when they saw Greyson standing on the ledge, his bare arms spread wide and his white hair sweeping behind him by the night breeze.

"Maybe, I could learn to fly like you and Craft," Greyson whispered up to the stars. But, Kyle knew exactly who he was really talking to.

"Goodnight, Moon." Kyle couldn't hear anything else except the faint breeze and the chirping of crickets below. The night had suddenly turned freezing, easily cold enough for snow. Kyle imagined Grey was cold, too, standing directly in the flow of the wind, looking like a wingless angel.

Suddenly, Greyson's body pitched forward. Kyle didn't have time to yell anything. All he could do was sprint forward as fast as he could, before Grey's body had the full momentum to send him off the building and to his eminent death. Kyle looped both arms around the boy's abdomen, his body clenching at the sudden contact, and threw him in the opposite direction, sending him skidding across the floor.

"Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me?" Kyle spoke in a harsh whisper, his voice sounding more like the low rumble of a livid dog than a person. "You ditched me to kill yourself? What the fuck is wrong with you, huh?"

Kyle was kneeling on the ground, forcefully grabbing Greyson's arms as he struggled to get away. "Let me go! Just let me go, Kyle!"

"No! How could I let you go after seeing something like that?! You don't just get to pick and choose when someone stops caring about you and loving you, Greyson! That's not how it works!"