If You Don't Understand My Silence, You Won't Understand My Words

His eyes beamed in fear. Gerard opened his mouth as to say something, but after leaving it ajar, closed it along with his thoughts.

"Why are you here, Red?" I asked, watching as his hands gripped tightly onto a backpack strap. After a few moments of silence, he quietly sent a cream colored slip of paper my direction. My eyes scrolled the note carefully. Not that there was much on it, anyways.

I don't know.

"Um, well, I'm here to help you find your purpose," I explained. "So you can go up," I motioned with a tightly made grin while pointing to the sky. "Or down," I crinkled my nose and pointed to the ground.

Okay. So...what did I do wrong?

"Gee, it's not always what you did wrong, sometimes it's what you didn't do at all," when he didn't respond, a question burned through my mind. "Why did the man at the bar threaten you?"

I don't know. Maybe because I'm red.

"That's not a good argument."

You're right, it isn't.

I smirked. "I like you, Red."

Interesting. Perhaps I like you too.

A smirk formed on his face, too.

Notes

annotations of an autopsy for title credit c:

sorry for the filler chapter :/