fine without you || skephalo

u are my plum.

Zak scurries into the room. His hair is tousled and his breath is short. He looks straight forward to see a man with his eyes closed. "Darryl.." Zak runs to the bed. Zak starts to feel warmth in his palms as he covers his boyfriends hands with his as he crouched down. His heart rate on the monitor is abnormal.

Zak looks around the room. A fruit bowl is next to Darryl, a variety of colourful different fruits. Zak smiles and reaches for a peach.

A doctor walks in sighing, a pen is in his left hand as he looks down on his paper before clearing his throat. "Mr Ahmed... Please take a seat." He signals his hand to an empty chair in the corner of the room.

Zak nods and stands up. Walking towards the chair before sitting down cross-legged.

"He doesn't have much time to live."

What?

"What do you mean?" The brown eyed male frantically questions.

The doctor responds, "He's been shot, There was an incident at a bar and he has lost tons of blood. A significant blood vessel was ruptured and he has only a few hours to live."

Zak pauses.

This is all his fault.

"Is this a joke?" Zak sheds a tear. The doctors shakes his head side to side, "I'm sorry. I'll leave you two alone."

Zak falls onto his knees, his hands reaching to hold ahold of his black curly locks. The peach that was once in his hand is now rolling under the hospital bed.

He looks back at Darryl. He crawls close to him. "I'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry." Zak yells over and over again.

He begins to wipe his tears with the back of his palm.

He extends his arm out to Darryl's face. He scans over his boyfriends pink, chapped lips with his fingertips. Memories flash back to when they used to kiss every-night before going to bed.

It was all just a silly argument. This wasn't meant to happen

His fingers thread through his lovers long, brown, silky hair. He starts to remember how Darryl would lay in between Zak's thighs as he styled his hair into braids for fun. They would sing made-up songs to each other.

Zak smiles at him. In a croaky voice he manages to speak, "Take me to the moon, or take me home.." He stares at Darryl hoping for him to finish the lyrics, but there's no answer. He must be asleep right now. "I want to see the stars, or see the world end in your arms" He tries again. Still no response. Why is he even trying?

"Options run the auctions, sell addictive neurotoxins. When you leave it tastes like poison, my nervous systems stopping"

He isn't done yet with the lyrics.

But before he knows it he starts to hear mumbling.

"I'd like my coffin in pink, i'd like my thoughts in think." The voice is almost inaudible, but it's enough to make Zak smile.

"Darryl?" Zak caresses the brunettes cheek. "Finish it." The brunette responds back.

Zak chuckles, "Words have no meaning, until they demean me. I feel like i'm dreaming things are just seeming to make less sense."

Darryl smiles, he then hisses. "I can't move. It's still hurts in the leg."

"Are you recovering?" Zak smiles, knowing that Darryl could be back into his arms at home again.

"Zak... I only have a 8.5% chance of living. I'm in a lot of pain right now." Darryl cries, his voice still in a whisper.

The black haired male leans forward and kissed him on the lips. "I love you." He cries, hiding himself Darryl's neck. The hospital gown being drenched in tears. Darryl can't lift a finger but he can still speak.

"I love you too Zak."

The heart rate on the monitor is now flat. Faint sounds of workers are rushing to the room.

Now everything that has to do with peaches now remind me of you.