Skies Are Grey

"I've always been guilty, baby."


1. Prologue

-Four years ago-

"Aw, come on baby, talk to me!" Jason pleaded as I walked down the road in silence, my head down. "You know I didn't mean it." He said, walking beside me but sighed as I still didn't talk. "I'll cry." He said, rushing in front of me and lowering his head so that I could see his baby pout. I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried not to laugh and turned my head. Jason laughed and pulled one of my hands from my hoodie pockets. "I saw that smile." He said. I turned my head back to face him, knowing the game was up and smiled.

"You're lucky you're cute." I told him, intertwining my fingers with his as he stood in front of me. Jason laughed and pulled out my headphones before taking my other hand in his, taking a step closer.

"You know you love me." He said cockily with a wink. I raised an eyebrow and scoffed.

"You wish!" I exclaimed, causing Jason to laugh before leaning in and pressing his lips against mine. I smiled as he slowly let go of my hands and placed his own hands on my hips as I wrapped mine around his neck. A soft rumble of thunder erupted from the grey skies above us and we both broke the kiss, glancing up as tiny raindrops began falling from the sky. Jason removed his hands from my waist and grabbed my hood, pulling it up and over my head to cover my blond hair before putting up his own hood and wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Let's go back to mine." He said, a smile on his face as he glanced up to the sky. I did the same. Myself and Jason had always loved the different shades of grey, white and black there were in the sky when there was a thunder storm. We had always loved how beautiful the lightning was and how sudden, soft and loud the thunder could be. We found it fascinating. As we turn onto Jason's road, we both froze.

"Oh my God.." I breathed. Ambulances, police cars and even a firetruck clogged up the road and Jason's drive. My heart pounded in my chest and I felt Jason's arm slip from around my waist before he began racing up towards his house. I ran after him but was stopped by a policeman who had taped off the area. Jason, however, hadn't listened and ran under the tape and then began arguing with police and fire fighters, demanding to know what was going on. "Look, I'm his girlfriend! Let me through!" I shouted at the officer, my eyes flickering between him and Jason, who was now talking to a policewoman. Suddenly, a loud shout of anger, distress and sadness came from Jason and he dropped to his knees, burying his head in his hands. A policewoman knelt down by his side and wrapped an arm around his shoulders and Jason's body shook as he cried. "What the hell is happening!?" I yelled at the policeman. I had never, ever, seen Jason cry before. In a way, I already knew what had happened, but my brain would not let me believe it. The same policewoman that was comforting Jason walked over to the tape and glanced to me and then the officer and nodded. The officer chewed his bottom lip and lifted the tape, letting me through and the policewoman guided me to Jason before leaving us. I immediately knelt down by Jason's side, wrapping my arms around him as he turned into me, burying his face in my chest. "Jason, what's happened?" I questioned him as I glanced up towards the burning house.

"They're gone." He sobbed into my chest.

After that dreadful night,  we grew further and further a part, so much that one morning, I woke up and was told he'd moved away. That he'd gone for good. And I was told that rightly, as I had never see Jason since. Jason lost his family and I lost him.

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