[Warning: brief description of wounds.]
[Go listen to the album So Far So Good by the Chainsmokers. This is one of the songs that I've been replaying over and over and it sounds so great. It's called I Love U.]
[Alright guys, please enjoy this update that Ihave squeezed time to write between exam week!]
(Alan's POV)
"Alan...?"
My brain didn't even know how to cope with the swelling emotions anymore. It couldn't decide whether to be angry, or sad, or confused, or curious, or tearing from relief, or crazy with heartache.
"Yes..." I breathed out, painfully conscious of my fingers trailing on the soft skin of his cheeks. He was pale, no lively pink tinted his skin; it seemed that all the blood was drained from his various wounds. Which I couldn't see, but, judging by his looks, was sure they were bad as hell.
He shifted a bit in his bounds, and I immediately made move to jerk my hand away.
"No..." he lifted a finger, as if straining to catch my wrist, "Don't. I have to make sure you're not another dream." He paused, then whispered softly enough for only me to hear, "Besides...it feels good."
I smiled as I brought my fingertips up again to trace the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and hummed lightly, enjoying the comforting touch.
"Uh, Alan?"
I nearly jumped out of my seat beside Chris's bed when I felt a hand pat me on the shoulder. Instead, I twisted violently and my free hand was already halfway to my weapons pocket, when another pressed down on mine. Internally panicking for a split second, but then realizing who it was, I stopped my hand, bit my lower lip, and growled.
Not angrily, but certainly very annoyed.
"You motherfucker Tri. If you scare me like that again, feel free to say goodbye to your head." I threatened my manager, who just laughed slightly.
"I'm leaving you two to catch up a bit alone, you don't mind, do you?"
I nodded, and he quickly swept out of the room, closing the door behind him.
I mused a bit in the silence that followed, my hand still absently stroking Chris's chin.
"You talk to your manager like that?"
Chris's voice jerked me back to reality and I turned back, lips curving at his question. The smile immediately melted right off my face when I saw his expression, and my eyes widened.
Memories came rushing back to me.
That day in the rain, the park, his teeth and fists clenching as he spat out the name like it was the devil that he absolutely loathed.
"It's Joel."
Before I could react, the words were spilling out of me desperately as I leaned over him, searching his expression. In another desperate move, I intertwined our fingers together in a firm grasp, as if I was scared that he might somehow leap up and leave me.
"Oh Chris! Sorry, I forgot for a second that—"
"No...It's alright," he murmured, gaze shifting down to our hands. I was about to blurt out another apology about being rash, but the smallest tightening of his fingers around my palm left me open-mouthed and scrambling to find words.
He attempted a wicked little smile at my awkwardness, turned his eyes to the pearl grey ceiling, spoke ruefully and longingly.
"You two seem so happy, so natural together...You're like two magnets, you have practically the same humor and wit, and you get along so beautifully. I just...It's just that I envy you two having a normal relationship together. Something that me and Joel could never have."
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