STORM
I take a good look at Grayson, I can see the subtle way she attempts to stifle the war that was going on inside him, but I always thought this was just how he was, reclusive.
"I thought it was normal for you two...well grant it, I didn't realize you two were one? I'm still boggled by all of this. "
"This is him as a separate consciousness. Only he's able to interact with me here, in this physical world. He can do anything that we do. "
"Even die?" I question curiously and I notice a subtle discomfort that climbs into Grayson's expression.
"Yes," his voice is grave. "But at a great cost to me. "
I want to ask him what or how but I can't, this isn't something he wants to readily discuss. Still, my silent question lingers in the air, fingers trailing back and forth across his arm as I waited for him to say something. Preferably an explanation, but I guess a diversion of the conversation was okay too.
"I'd lose my sanity, " He then says and I pull myself up, taken aback comple
