When Grey's eyes fluttered open, he didn't immediately react. There was no sun blaring its tendrils in his eyes, just clouds above covered in a pale mist that didn't obstruct his vision all that much.
He was in a bush, or at least partially in one. All things considered, the ground felt quite comfortable.
'Might as well be comfortable if I'm going to get rolled over and fucked.'
He sighed.
Honestly, Grey didn't know if he was angry. He was still more in shock than anything else. He had been so sure just seconds ago that he had finally run into a decent person. Only for that to happen.
Part of him thought it was Karma. Not too long ago, he had been thinking about leaving her for dead because he couldn't risk fighting Valdris again, and now this happened.
Did he have the obligation to kill himself because he could just to save someone he felt like he could? Maybe. But…
'This sucks.'
