•shouldn’t You Be With Her• Garrance

•shouldn’t you be with her• Garrance

“Laur,” He rasped out.

“Garroth,” The other replied.

They stood there, unmoving. The breeze passed and the leaves fell around them. The silence was suffocating, unnerving, but they didn’t know what to say to each other.

“How is everyone?” Laurance took a step back. “How are.. you?”

“I’m fine, if you haven’t noticed,” Garroth growled, not meaning of the agresiveness in his voice.

Laurance flinched at his tone, his nose scrunching up and brows furrowed together. He took another step back, but gripped his right arm. Another breeze passed and Laurance’s shoulders shook in response.

“Uh, shouldn’t you.. Shouldn’t you be with her?” Laurance mumbled.

“What?” Garroth stepped closer to him.

“Shouldn’t you be with Aphmau right now!” Laurance raised his voice, taking another step back.

“What does Aph have anything to do with this, Laurance?” Garroth replied.

Laurance flinched again. Garroth hadn’t called him by his first name in a long time. Laurance narrowed his eyes, avoiding Garroth’s stare.

“You.. You’re right, Lord Aphmau has nothing to do with this,” Laurance turned around. “Bye, Garroth.”

Garroth watched as Laurance’s turned his back. He noticed the slight tremble in his voice, the shaking in his shoulders, and his grip on his arm. Laurance gripped his arm when he was scared.

But, he never followed.