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Grace's POV.
Alex is sited on the couch watching the TV. He's typing with his index on his knee while not paying any attention to the screen.
'' Hey'' I awkwardly speak pretending to be smiling widely. Alex turns suddenly around and I find his dark eyes peering inside my soul to try and understand how much upset I am.
Deep down he knows why I'm here and it makes him quite uncomfortable too.
No one said it was gonna be easy and to be honest, I am having second thoughts at every tiny step I'm taking towards him but that's what maybe convinces me that is the right choice after all. If it was too easy or painless, it wouldn't be the right path to follow; Easy things are never, really, easy; they hide a trap that snaps when you're most vulnerable and have the ability to mess everything up so much, you don't know the way back any more.
He pads the spot next to him and I slowly take a seat, typing with my fingers on the arm of the couch just to gain time. It's unbelievable how much we look alike sometime, especially when we're nervous or embarrassed.
How am I supposed to start? I haven't prepared anything that might actually work and that sucks.
'' You remember the first time we met?'' He begins playing with his digits meanwhile I close my eyes watching the scene take place right before me in the dark of my so lonely mind.
'' You were pretty pissed at me because I had taken a pictures at Harry pants-less.'' I crack a laugh in the end and Alex's body moves till he leans against the headboard, perhaps smiling.
'' Well, I apologize for it, but in my defence I didn't know you were my sister and I have always been protective towards Harry.'' He pauses and I rest my head on my hand, bringing my legs up so that I could listen up better. ''We grew up taking care of each other, we had nothing else left at a certain point of our lives beside ourselves.'' I turn to watch him staring up at the ceiling before he finds the right words to keep going. '' And if I have to be honest, I was jealous and scared you would have stolen him from me. If it would have depended on him, he would have ran away with you the second you would have ask him to.''
I lean back too and our eyes finally meet. There's so much sadness at the bottom, so much grief and a bit of regret, things that shouldn't be there. He's going to travel the world, he's going to see new places and give his life the chance he needed to take long ago. There's no place for bad emotions. He's gonna fly out of his nest, no one will pity him or help him out without something in return, he's gonna be all alone and if he brings himself down, who would be left to give him strength to get on his feet again?
'' What are we gonna do without you?'' It was meant to be a easy, almost mocking question, although I can't help let that sneaky shadow of desperation peer into my tone and hurt him even more. I'm trying to be strong, I really am, but he's my Dark-boy and I will need more than just myself to let him go without breaking down.
