One Very Lovesick Young Man.

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The clock struck two.

Two o'clock, the small hours. The hours belonging to owls, foxes, and bats. Hours of fortunate slumber: rest to the gleeful raconteur, and food of thought to the autodidact. Many differing sentiments reveal themselves in these small hours; one of which being a deleterious anxiety. Explicitly, that of one very lovesick young man...

It had been fourteen days since Eddy had left Brett for his most recent tour spanning South-East Asia. Brett thought he was coping rather well in his partner's absence; he had found new ways in which to avoid addressing the vast impact this solitude was having on his mental health.

He hadn't carelessly left plates in the sink, he would deal with them at some point or another. He wasn't unkempt, just too busy with work to tidy. He wasn't taking sleeping pills every night because he had a problem, only he needed them to combat the four cups of coffee he'd had to get him through the previous day.

Now he lay awake, waiting for today's pills to take effect, unable to quell his growing worries. Seeing the futility of his efforts, Brett instead decided to focus on his surroundings: the light rain pattering against his bedroom window (tip-tap), the glow of a streetlamp seeping through the crack in his curtains, the smell of Eddy's lavender-scented incense burning on Brett's desk. All these things Eddy would have marvelled at. He was the type of person that made even the most mundane things magically burst into life. He brought sincere passion and attentive tenderness to his partner's eyes; a virtue Brett sorely missed.

The sleeping pills gradually took effect and Brett drifted in and out of consciousness, fighting to cling to his train of thought for one moment longer. However, he was soon forced to succumb to the drugs and give in to drowsiness.

Cold darkness consumes him as he is swallowed by sleep.
It has been fourteen days since Brett's love went away.
Fourteen days...

The clock strikes three.

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