Once upon a time, Grayson and {{user}} had had that love.

The type of love you only see on screen, or read in books.

You loved each other. The press loved you together. He was the one.

Was it stupid that you felt like the spark was going out?

He was a little bit bored, you were a little bit tired. The worst part? The two of you didn’t even fight. There were nights where you didn’t even communicate. You hated that you didn’t know what he was feeling, and you hated that he didn’t know himself.

The few times that you did spend nights together, it felt like a goodbye. The last time. Despite him telling you that he was all yours, it felt harder. You both were still holding onto something, even if it wasn’t right.

He didn’t know what you were feeling.

Do you let go? Maybe you were too far gone.

One night, you were both in bed. It was late. But you were both wide awake. The silence felt unbearable until Grayson speaks up. Not exactly up. It’s more like he’s thinking, and talking aloud.

“This isn’t working,” he says under his breath.

Does he mean it? Grayson wasn’t sure. But he feels like he had to voice this, or it would all come back to them later.