Love makes you crazy - Byler

Chapter 31

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That beeping. What was it? 

It was as if it would never go away. It was haunting him. Had it been for hours, several days maybe? Nevertheless, it was there, always, day and night. The same monotone, unloving beat on repeat. And the longer his brain was registering the dull sound over and over again, the more he had the feeling that it had been present in the back of his mind his whole life. It was the only thing that kept him somehow present of life, in that other world. A blank world, empty, nothingness. 

Only that sound.

Why wouldn't it stop?

Let me go into that emptiness.

But then sometimes, the annoying beeps would fade away, and another soothing sound would come in its place. He liked when that happened, because suddenly everything would brighten up. He loved that sound, the way it spoke, the way the tone wasn't as robotic as those beeps. It made him want to reach out to the source of it, so badly. It made him happy there, wherever he was. Unfortunately he didn't get to hear it quiet often, or maybe the contact between those two worlds would weaken at times. Causing the sound to be nothing more than a distant whisper. However,  that small conscious part of him would do its best to surpass the painful beeping in hopes to hear him again.

Floating through the dark, adrift, distorted. Where was the path? Where was the way out?

Keep on going. You'll get there. 

But the endless void wasn't promising. 

He was there. He could feel him. How? He didn't know. He just knew. It was as though something directly connected each other, it was warm.

The sound. Or rather the voice. The empty place he was in, was closer to the voice, more than ever. Was he finding the way out? Was he almost there?

Faint words. No beeps, but actual words. 

"I miss you"

"Come back to me"

Faster, go faster. Grab those words. Hold on to them. Don't let them get away.

"Please"

Come on. Get out! Before it's too late.

Almost.

Almost there.

And yet.....

He was still too weak. Chasing those words, chasing them to find the source. It drained him. The little energy he had, gone. 

The words were gone.

He didn't make it, but he had heard it. He had heard him.

The words were lost, but he wasn't. The connection was still there and he was going to use that direct touch to let the source know, to let him know that he'll get out one day. He'll find the way out and next time he'll be on time. He'll be fast enough. 

So he decided to spend that last energy into lightly squeezing the hand that was holding his. It was always there, since the beginning. It was the connection he could feel every time. He hoped he had received the signal, but for now, he let himself drift away in a deep darkness where only that stupid beeping sound existed.