"Hi! I'm Sameer Morgan and I'm a 17 year old high school student. I'm a bit of a klutz... and some people might say I'm a hopeless romantic--or whatever. One day, this talking (yeah girl, they be talking in whole English) cat named Luna told me to s...
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"Oh fuck!" The stress coming from Neymar's voice sends Darius rushing from the kitchen to the bathroom at the sound of crashing accompanied by the curse. Concern is written all over his features as he bounds through the apartment to the master bathroom where Neymar is on the ground clutching his chest.
"Oh my god!! Are you okay? What happened?!" Trying to find purchase as he fell, he'd knocked down the contents of the shelf and now they're scattered all over the floor.
The pain is too much for him to even speak, he feels like there's molten lava surging through his veins and searing him from the inside out. The pain is so unbearable that he doesn't even want to use his mouth to do anything but grit his teeth and try to fight off the sudden feeling in his chest. He's never felt anything like this before, yet he knows exactly what it means.
"I'm calling 911, we have to get you to a hospital!" Darius gets up to go for his phone, but Neymar grabs his hand.
"Babe..." He pushes the words through his teeth, he knew that speaking would make it even harder to breathe. He does it anyway. Though the pain is real, and his body is reacting, he knows that none of this is physical. "Just stay with me. Stay with me, please. I'll be okay, just give me... give me a minute."
Darius isn't taking that shit, especially just barely making it through the trauma with his mother. He throws his voice over his shoulder. "Hey Siri! Call an ambulance!!" Darius shouts at his phone, hopefully, Siri will understand him from here. She immediately initiates the emergency sequence.
"I'm not going to leave you, babe, I'm staying right here, but I'm also not going to watch you suffer. I can't."
"Darius..." The pain gets worse, cutting off the rest of his sentence as he tries to withstand the ache. Neymar squeezes his eyes shut and as soon as he does, tears start to roll. Yes, the pain is excruciating, and he has no way of stopping it, but those tears are that of grief. Neymar reaches up to his boyfriend's face, and Darius leans into his hand, a sad, confused look on his features as yet again he feels helpless.
Once the countdown goes off and dispatch is contacted, Darius rattles his address off, tells them what happens, and promptly bursts into tears when the call disconnects. "I can't lose you, Ney. I can't."
His boyfriend gives him a weak grin, thumb brushing across the apple of his cheek. "I'm not going anywhere, okay? I'll be fine."
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Zayn grins, replaying the untimely death of one of the Four Heavenly Knights. For as long as he can remember, his connection to the other three knights has been a dwindling one. They'd gone through so much as warriors. They were brothers forged through the hardships of battle and defending each other. Along with the challenges of jealousy over strength, differences in power, love; they'd been torn apart from each other, bonds severed under the duress of what could have easily been classified as silently pent up aggression that became too much for all of them to bear. They'd never learned how to foster an environment for healthy release, and their kinship suffered. It's too late to fix now though, Jayden has already lost his life and Zayn doesn't have the magical bandwidth to bring him back.
