Lost in the middle of nowhere

BEAUTIFUL SCARS

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Another loud crash of thunder rumbled through the night and it caused the windows to shake, lightning soon followed, momentarily illuminating the bedroom. Brendon was on his side while hiding under the blankets, a soft frightened mewl escapes when he felt an arm wrap around his waist and jolts in place. If it wasn't for the strong grip around his small frame, then he would likely be on the floor right now.

"Shh, it's okay. It's only me." A voice said from behind the hybrid. The voice alone made his heartbeat faster than any storm would. Brendon wasn't frightened per se. Confused and anxious would be the words he'd use to describe his emotions.

What was Dallon doing in his room, let alone in his bed and holding him while he trembled underneath the blankets? Was he too loud when a clash of lightning stuck extremely close? Was his assumption about being mates correct and Dallon.. just knew, or was this something like Ryan has done in the past and he was about to take advantage of the hybrid?

"I - well, I don't like storms and I just assumed that you didn't either." in all honestly, Dallon heard the mewls coming from the boy and loved storms. It was mostly to keep the boy's dignity intact. "My little sister didn't like them either and I would keep her company when she was frightened by the sounds. A hurricane hit last year and my parents refused to evacuate. My sister was an anxious mess by the end of it, but she wasn't as bad as she would have been if I didn't keep her company while the storm nearly took the whole town. I guess we were just lucky that it didn't take our home." Dallon looks around the darkroom, remembering his little sister sleeping in the same bed only a few years ago. So many good memories were in his home, but everything has a bad side. Brendon could understand that better than anyone even if it was the same situation for the both of them.

By the time Dallon was finished with his rant, Brendon had forgotten about the raging storm outside. Dallon was a reasonable distraction. "Did she move with your parents, How old is she?"

Dallon cleared his throat, subconsciously pulling Brendon closer to him for comfort. He hasn't thought about his little sister for nearly six years. It was hard to remember such a tragedy, but Brendon didn't know and wasn't here to give him pity. He was here for a reason neither of them knew. It was true that the boy was trying to hide from his psychotic and abusive ex-boyfriend, but Brendon didn't have to stay here. He didn't have to move in with Dallon. No, every bit of that decision was his own, and neither of them knew why he chose to stay.

If anyone were to ask Brendon why it would be a complicated answer. He felt attached to Dallon, drawn to him like a beacon in the darkness, as cliché as that sounds. But, he would never admit that out loud because it would sound insane. HE would sound insane. No one can be that... connected to another person so quickly. It was impossible and he knew it.

Brendon ran a comforting hand through the taller man's hair and waited for an explanation if he was willing to give one as he thought of the one-sided connection.

Dallon deeply inhales, and Brendon could feel the puff of warm air against his cheek in the darkness when the air was slowly blown out. "No, she didn't move with them. She passed away when she was six."

Brendon's hand faltered for a moment but quickly began to comb through the disheveled hair to be comforting. No one should deal with losing a loved one alone. "That was about six years ago. She would've been twelve last month." Brendon's heart broke just a little bit more with the added information. He had lost someone very special to him as well, but he never really got to truly meet her. Brendon could feel unshed tears paining his eyes, and remained silent to let Dallon continue if he wanted, but mostly out of fear of breaking down from a memory.

It was a little disappointing when Dallon didn't continue or elaborate on what happened, but Brendon didn't hold it against him. He knew it was hard to talk about something like that with another person, let alone with yourself, trying to convince yourself that it was real and not some crazy dream that you would wake up from in the morning. No, it was real. Gut-wrenching sorrow. That was real and always will be. There will always be a piece missing from both of them. They will never be whole with what they lost.

Brendon doubted that he would ever tell Dallon about his loss, and how it happened. Why should he? He wouldn't have to worry about something like that happening with Dallon. Right? Of course not. Or so he hoped. The hybrid could feel the bed begin to shake from Dallon's soft sobs, and that's when he found his arms wrapped around the taller man, hugging him close. Maybe it was to comfort him or possibly it was an excuse to be close to his new friend, or perhaps he needed a little comfort too.  

The raging storm outside was long forgotten while they both silently cried in each other's arms, and eventually cried themselves to sleep.