Don't forget; grethan

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~8:20 PM~

"It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply."

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"Alright, I'm on my way out! Remind me to pick up dinner on the way back, Bell!" Ethan yelled, buttoning up his jean jacket.

Bellamy steadied himself the railing of the stairs, hoping Ethan would ask him what was wrong, hoping he would comfort him for once. But his boyfriend didn't even look in his direction before grabbing his stuff and rushing out the front door.

The low echo lightly reverberated off the walls in waves, seeming to taunt him so cruelly. But the slam was then followed by a hollow silence.

His grip tightened on the dark wood until his knuckles paled.

Lips dry and eyes glassy, Bellamy twirled and ran upstairs into the bathroom. He rummaged through the top drawer on the right, quickly finding what he deeply craved- besides Ethan's love and attention, of course.

He held it between his fingers, watching the liquid with mixed emotions; despair, anger, jealousy. And those broken pieces of his soul would be melded together by the syringe in his right hand.

The loudest voice in his head was whispering to him, he doesn't care about you, it's the only way;

He flicked the needle once, then twice before plunging the drug into his bronze skin. His legs felt as if they would give out beneath him with the ecstasy coursing through his entire body. His anger and torment slowly simmered away with the sensations flowing through his mind, body,  and spirit.

Bellamy was gone, he was completely faded,

With a satisfied sigh, he slid his back against the tile wall, feeling the cold surface against his muscles, until he was sitting on the bathroom floor.

Cold like Ethan.

~

Ethan caught a moment of relief, seeing the stone house in the distance; the cozy home in which Grayson resided, and where Ethan spent most afternoons with his true lover. Catching it just in time, he witnessed the bright orange sun slowly descend into the hazy horizon. Such an otherworldly sight.

Shades of lavender, salmon pink and yellow blended into the cloudy sky like a watercolor painting. Glistening stars were sprinkled delicately across the expanse of color up above, some shining bright and bold, others dull and timid.

Grayson was the radiant star, and Ethan believed that he was the dimmer one.

Ethan shook his head at himself for such a random, absurd thought and shut the car door. He deeply breathed in the wintry wind, the refreshing cold air rushing into his head.

The artist strolled down the gravelly path with wonder. The glowing sunset reflected off of dewy petals in the colorful, blooming garden surrounding him, and Ethan sighed contently, tracing a hand along vividly green vines. The leaves were newly forming, young and callow. Small birds would nestle along those vines, chirping to each other.