the past is far behind us || YHS // Grian centric ||

It all happens on a cold night.

It's cold and rainy and completely miserable, and yet Grian still sits outside on his roof, staring at stars that he shouldn't be able to see. There is a familiar feeling in his chest, one he feels often on nights like this. A soft, but heavy melancholy settles into his bones. He sighs. He won't get much sleep tonight.

Grian is soaked, chilled to the bone. He isn't comfortable in the slightest. He hasn't been tired the entire night, either. Maybe that is why it's so suspicious when his eyelids begin to weigh on him, when his head droops, when his consciousness begins to slip, when a sharp purple begins to creep its way into the blurry edges of his sight- Wait, what?

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Or: Time loop-de-loops are never fun. Grian can confidently say, however, that they're even LESS fun when you have to relive one of the the worst nights of your life, over and over and over, without even realizing that you're meant to wait out the week after it until you've gone through at least... Ugh, SO many loops.

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DISCLAIMER - This story contains some not-so-pleasant themes in it. Namely, stabbing - LOTS of stabbing - knives, murder, general angst, and a character who is in obvious need of mental help, that none of the adults do anything about. All common themes in the YHS universe, but I figured I'd warn you just in case.