im gonna be honest here

Wattpad hates me & motivation does too

so

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Grian & Him, winding through a dense park. The forestry just barely leaves the path visible, a tan, weaving shape below flowers & green leaves.

Grian can tell it's about to start raining, but they only have abit left on the tiny hike. Grian's prediction is true, and the pouring rain begins to pound on the treetrops. He smirks at Grian, scooping the smaller man up and bolting for their car- now visible, through the forest.

Grian shrieks with pure joy.

Joy.

Joy.

He stalks around the corner, a grin on His face and a flickering candle in his hand- the dim fire reflects against the steel of His blade.

" greeon.... Where are you?"

You shutter, trying to calm and quiet your breathing because He'd never do anything to you!

Never.

Your eyes can't help but trail to the blood, already trailing down the pale skin of your arm.

...

Screams.

" YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM AWAY! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Mumbo's grip on Grian tightens, preventing him from bolting towards Him.

" MY BOY, ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS!"

He's still desperately trying to escape Mumbo, to make them understand, to bring Him back.

»»—-►

They're at the beach, playing and throwing sand. He's apologizing, for the bandages on Grian's arm.

Grian doesn't mind. He doesn't care, not at all.

He knows, it's never His fault. He's just a bit more aggressive towards his loved ones. He's just a bit more impulsive.

Grian's thoughts are interrupted by Him, pouring a bucket of fresh seawater over Grian's head. He laughs, attempting to tackle him to the ground.

»»—-►

" You don't understand, Mumbo, He loved me and I loved Him and I was so close to FOREVER."

" Grian- that's not what love looks like!"

" IT IS WHAT HIS WAS."

Grian shoves his face in his hands. He can't keep repeating & repeating because they just REFUSE to UNDERSTAND. 

" Why did he run, Grian, if he loved you?"

" HE LOVES ME!"

HE LOVES ME.

LOVES.

loves..

Your running, now. The cobble of the alley way echoing under pounding, frantic steps. Tears flood your eyes, blurring your vision slightly.

" LOVE, NO NEED TO RUN!"

You squeak, finally fitting into a small sidekick of the alley. You can see the light from the lantern, all while repeating just one mantra.

My boy, only breaks his favorite toys..

You must be His favorite, right? Because you, you've been broken and snapped and thrown and stabbed, but He's still here and you still love Him.

He's getting closer. You need a weapon, anything, something- your ring, yes. It's sharp and pointy and it'll save you, definitely.

You watch & wait as He rounds the corner, staring down at you with maniacal eyes. You silently beg, plead. 

You & Him, could be forever.

...

You realize a second too late he doesn't like that.

There's blood, everywhere, pouring onto the floor. He takes a second of staring at your collapsed body before rushing down, frantically trying to stop the bleeding.

It's fine.

Fine.

" Fine."

Mumbo gives Grian a gracious, happy, gentle look all at once. He moves to hug Grian, who doesn't resist, letting his thoughts wander.

Mumbo had decided the best way to free him was to show Grian it was all a lie, every bit of Him. Grian had sobbed and cried, before realizing, he was utterly broken.

Since when did He like broken things?

Yes, Grian would fix himself & make it better and then He'll come back & it'll be fine again, fine again.

That was it, he needed to reassemble the parts and sow the limbs back on the ragdoll. Repair the stitches, add the cotton.

All he needed was thread.

»»—-►

He's cradling Grian in a chair, after a particular bought of horrid nausea.

He's running & skipping with Grian.

He's carrying Grian through the rainy forest, rushing to the car again.

He's dragging Grian to the mall & the club & the pub & the café, showing him a world he'd never seen before.

He's listening kindly, intently as Grian vents about work or friends or family or even just his drive home.

( He's tearing Grian limb from limb, slamming him against the wall. He's pinging daggers through his sides and frantically shaking Grian. He's throwing lamps and forks, each object missing less & less.)

And then Grian's seeing Him again, through mono-color bars.

" This is for the best, love.."

He looks sympathetic. No, no, how can He be sympathetic now? How can He pretend forever was a hoax, a fake promise?

Since when was He a fool, pretending that it was fine when it wasn't fine and it'd never be fine because Grian doesn't have his happy-ever-after, he's forced away & torn from the one he loved, even if he'd stayed no matter what.

It shouldn't matter what happened, because Grian stayed and they were going to get their forever and-

My boy only breaks his favorite toys..

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Wooo 

a post

this was a struggle bc my computers quit computing and the new ones coming in 2 weeks so

i wrote this on my ipad which is refusing to run wattpad correctly

sigh