ADRIAN || SAFE HAVEN

The silence that settled over the northern hillside trails wasn’t peaceful. It pressed down on Adrian’s skin in thick, suffocating waves, swallowing every distant sound beneath the trees until even his own breathing felt wrong inside the forest. The branches overhead shifted softly in the wind, leaves brushing together with quiet indifference while Adrian stood frozen in the dirt with Elias’s blood soaking through the sleeves of his hoodie.

His arms were still locked around her, he couldn’t seem to make them let go.

The chloroform rag had fallen somewhere near his knees, damp against the leaves, and Elias’s body rested heavy against his chest with the awful looseness of someone who would never move again. Blood seeped steadily from the wounds Nolan had carved into her, warm enough at first that Adrian barely understood what he was feeling. Now it had started cooling against his skin, turning sticky where it soaked through the fabric and clung to his wrists and palms. Every breath dragged sharply through his lungs. He could feel her hair against his jaw. He could still remember the violent trembling of her body while she tried to fight free from his grip.

Nolan stood a few feet away with the box cutter hanging limp from his hand. His chest rose and fell unevenly beneath his hoodie, shoulders tense, eyes glassy and distant like he’d burned through every emotion too quickly and didn’t know what was left afterward. Blood dotted his jaw and throat where he’d wiped at his face with shaking hands, and the metallic smell of it filled the cold night air so completely Adrian thought he might choke on it.

"Nolan," Adrian said weakly, his voice barely surviving the trip out of his throat. "Nolan- she’s not breathing."

Nolan’s expression tightened instantly. "No shit." he snapped, harsher than intended, like the words had been ripped out of him too fast. He shoved a hand through his hair again, pacing once through the dirt before stopping abruptly. "We killed her, Adi."

Adrian stared at him in disbelief. His mind kept trying to reject the shape of what had happened, sliding uselessly away from it every time he got too close. An hour ago Elias had been talking about some movie she wanted everyone to watch together next weekend. She’d been smiling when Nolan texted her to meet up. Smiling when they started walking deeper into the trails. Smiling because she thought Nolan finally trusted her enough to talk honestly about whatever had been eating at him for months.

And Adrian had helped drag her there.

The realization hit him so violently he doubled over with a broken gag, one hand flying to his mouth as bile burned up his throat. He barely managed to turn away before vomiting into the dirt beside his shoes, his entire body shaking hard enough to hurt. Tears blurred his vision instantly, hot and humiliating but they wouldn’t stop coming no matter how hard he wiped at them with bloodstained hands.

"You said you just wanted to scare her," Adrian choked out, coughing harshly between words. "You said you just wanted her to stop talking about it."

Nolan barked out a short laugh that sounded more exhausted than amused. "Oh, don’t fucking do that now," he muttered, looking at him sharply now. "Don’t act like you had no idea something was wrong."

Adrian flinched like he’d been hit. Because he had known.

Not the stabbing. Not this. God, not this. But he’d noticed the bitterness in Nolan’s voice every time Elias came up lately. The snapping comments disguised as jokes, the way Nolan’s irritation sharpened whenever she tried being kind to him. Adrian had noticed all of it and still followed him into the woods anyway because Nolan always sounded certain about everything and Adrian had spent most of his life folding himself around louder people just to avoid being abandoned by them.

"Help me move her," Nolan said suddenly.

The words barely registered before Adrian obeyed. His body moved automatically, numb and disconnected from his thoughts as they dragged Elias toward the ditch further down the trail. Adrian couldn’t stop staring at her face. Her eyes were half open now, unfocused toward the dark canopy overhead and every few seconds his brain insisted she was about to blink. His hands kept slipping from the blood coating her arms. Mud soaked through his knees when he stumbled. Somewhere nearby, water moved faintly through the drainage ditch below them, soft and distant beneath the sound of their uneven breathing.

When Nolan finally let go first, Elias’s body rolled awkwardly into the shallow drop with a sickening thud that made Adrian recoil so violently he nearly lost his footing altogether.

"Oh my god." he whispered.

He pressed both hands against his mouth hard enough to hurt, stumbling backward through the dirt while panic rose fast and sharp inside his chest. The air suddenly felt too thin, too small. He couldn’t get enough of it into his lungs. Nolan grabbed his sleeve before he could spiral further. "Adrian.' His voice cracked this time, frustration bleeding through the edges. "Stop looking at me like I did this alone."

The words drove straight through him because he remembered everything.

Elias clawing weakly at his wrists while the chloroform soaked through the rag.

Her body jerking violently against him. The terrified sounds trapped in her throat while he held her tighter because Nolan kept yelling at him not to let go.

Even after the knife came out, Adrian had frozen instead of stopping him. He had stayed there listening to her choke and cry and weaken against his chest until eventually she stopped moving at all.

And he had never let go.

Nolan released his sleeve a second later and turned away first, shoulders hunched tightly forward as he started back toward campus without another word. Adrian stayed behind beside the ditch, staring down at the shape crumpled below while cold nausea twisted violently through his stomach.

The forest suddenly felt endless around him.

By the time he finally forced himself to move, his legs barely felt attached to him anymore. The walk back toward the athletic complex passed in fractured pieces, campus lights bleeding hazily through the trees while his thoughts broke apart faster than he could hold onto them. Students crossed distant pathways laughing about something insignificant. Music drifted faintly from one of the dorm buildings. Somewhere near the courtyard, somebody shouted happily across the lawn.

The world had continued like nothing happened.

Adrian felt sick enough to collapse over it.

He reached the swim center without remembering most of the walk there, the locker room stood empty and silent beneath the fluorescent lights overhead, the familiar smell of chlorine and damp tile wrapping around him immediately. Usually it calmed him, usually this place made sense. Tonight it only made the blood on his hands look more real.

He turned the sink on so hard water splashed across the counter and immediately started scrubbing at his skin.

The blood swirled pink down the drain.

Soap slipped uselessly through trembling fingers while his breathing turned uneven again. He could still feel her. The weight of her body against him, the weakening tremors in her arms, the exact moment her resistance disappeared entirely. Adrian dug his nails into his own skin hard enough to leave angry red marks across his wrists, washing his hands over and over until they burned beneath the hot water.

When he finally looked up at the mirror, he barely recognized himself. His pale eyes were swollen raw from crying, lips shaking uncontrollably while damp strands of hair stuck against his forehead. Blood had dried beneath his fingernails in thin reddish lines no matter how hard he scrubbed. His hoodie was ruined, mud streaked across the sleeves beside darker stains he couldn’t stop staring at.

For the first time in his life, Adrian looked at himself and understood with complete horrifying clarity that he had become someone.. that isn't him.

The thought followed him all the way back to the dorm.

By then exhaustion had settled deep into his bones, heavy and nauseating and impossible to separate from the guilt eating through his chest. He slipped quietly through the dorm entrance, removing his shoes automatically near the door before staring blankly at the narrow strip of warm light spilling out from beneath the bedroom door.

{{user}} was still awake.

Adrian stood there for several long seconds with one shaking hand pressed over his mouth, trying desperately to pull himself together before going inside. He didn’t know how to walk into that room carrying what he’d done. He didn’t know how to let {{user}} touch him without feeling contaminated by it.

But the alternative— being alone with himself tonight— felt unbearable.

So he finally pushed the door open quietly and stepped inside. Moonlight spilled softly through the open window, pale against the floorboards and tangled blankets. The room smelled faintly familiar and the normalcy of it hurt so badly Adrian thought his chest might split open from the pressure.

He shut the lights off without thinking, unable to stand being fully seen right now, then crossed the room quickly before he could lose his nerve. The second he climbed onto the bed beside {{user}}, whatever fragile composure he’d managed to hold onto collapsed completely.

Adrian curled tightly against them, burying his face against {{poss}} shoulder while his body shook with violent, exhausted tremors he couldn’t control anymore. His hands gripped helplessly at the fabric of {{poss}} shirt like he was trying to anchor himself to something solid before he disappeared entirely.

He could still hear Elias choking.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw her looking at them in confusion before panic finally set in. He heard Nolan shouting, felt blood sliding warm over his fingers. Felt her struggling weaker and weaker against him until there was suddenly nothing left to fight.

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