Another trigger warning. Only this time, there are feels galore. If you cannot handle it, sorry... Oh wait. No I am not. XD And please listen to both songs. The first one is Grantaire's song/emotions adn the second is Arabella's emotions/song.

    "Why?" I ask him while handing the broken man in front of me a cup of coffee. "Why say you would hurt me? Why is that room a death trap?" I know I am probably treading on dangerous waters in which become lethal with the sway of the storm. His eyes grow dark. The clouds in his eyes made the torquoise color a dark green. A deadly green. A warning green.

    "I-I was in the military. The air force." He grits out.

    "The air force?" I ask sitting across from him and sipping on my own coffee. I never knew that, not even from the people in the town. Grantaire nods solemnly before taking a deep breath.

    "We were on a mission to evacuate a small town on the fringes of Afghanistan. At the time, I was fresh out of West Point. This was three years ago. My closest friends made it on a team together and we just worked well together. We knew that we can keep surveillance and get them out all right..." Grantaire trails off again with tears splattering on the table.

     I move to say he doesn't have to continue, but the Beast cuts me off before I can speak one word of comfort. "No one knew. Not one. No one from our higher ups to the ground team we were working with knew that the village was rigged." Grantaire can barely stop the tears from flowing. I stand up and sit next to the guy. I draw him into a large hug.

    I feel my shoulder getting wet but I did not care. Not one bit. "As our ground team tried to get them out safely, the bombs exploded. Everywhere. I can still hear it my head to this day. After the ground team was eliminated, we were next. The bombs placed in higher altitudes exploded and some planes crashed, like mine, while others suffered destruction in midair." Grantaire takes a deep breath once more and continues on. "I was the last surviving person of the team to finish our mission. I was bleeding out due to the several injuries I was suffering from. That includes a piece of sharpnel embeded in my leg and a slight concussion. However, I led the civilians to our closest army base. I explained all that had happened in twenty seconds before I passed out." I pull our coffees over to us.

   "I thought I had died when I woke up. It took me five minutes to realize that it was the hospital. For weeks as I was recovering, nightmares plagued me. Then, when it came clear that my leg would never fully heal because of the sharpnel wounds, the army gave me an honarable discharge and I returned to America... neither living nor dead." I wipe his tears as he is looking directly at me now. I know by this time I am crying too. Matter of fact, I heave out a sob that I had no idea I could do.

    I pride myself in being an empathetic person. Sometimes, I truly believe I feel what others are. However, this is too much sorrow.... too much pain for one man to hold onto. "An old friend of mine from high school, he called me up one day after my parents told him I was discharged from the army. He invited me drinking and one thing lead into another and I became an alcoholic. I tried so hard, Belle. I tried so hard to break it. Nothing ever worked and the VA couldn't get me anywhere for six months. Then one night, I hurt my sister, Andy, on accident. I was having a nightmare and I had a little too much to drink. I pushed her down the stairs because I thought she was an attacker in my sleep like haze." He takes his final deep breath. The lights flicker on and off in the dark of night. My coffee is now cold and we most likely missed the entire festival.

   "She ended up becoming paralyzed from the waist down. I moved here to say away from those who I could hurt. I allowed the townies to despise me and think me as a no good frat boy who just gets drunk all the time and has no aspirations in life. And you came along and cared for me and sobered me up and promised me you would help fool my parents for two months... I couldn't do this to you Belle. I couldn't let you see the low-life I truly am." He ends his tale there and a fire of determination envelopes my entire being.

   I get up and storm upstairs to Grantaire's study. Opening a window, I take all the intacted bottles of alcohol (no matter full or not) and chuck them out the window and as far as I can into the forest. I hear Grantaire follow me and I turn around to greet him face to face. "This ends now. I am becoming your sponser and we are breaking your addiction." I begin firmly. "Step one of Arabrlla's certified indefinite amount of steps plan," I hand Grantaire an empty bottle of whatever alcohol was in here. "Chuck this out the window." I see a small smile grace his lips and the boy does as he is told. I laugh and poor the alcohol out the window and keep throwing it into the forest.

    We do this until dawn and until we pass out on the couch. Good day? No. Am I closer to Grantaire? Yes, and that is all I care about currently.