Break up ?

Chapter 3: Past

 I open my eyes... Where am I? I observe where I am, I feel like I recognize the room; a double bed, a kitchenette, a sofa, a door I know leads to a bathroom... A door I know leads where? Why am I here? It's impossible! The flat has been returned. Why am I in the flat I shared (share?) with Tharn?

The seat next to me is empty. Am I still in a dream? Yet, in my dreams, I didn't remember leaving this flat forever. I turn to my bedside table, where I thought I would. I find my phone... well, my old phone. There is something I don't understand, but what?

The last memory I have is waking up from my dream, in which Tharn was, in the middle of a fire. Am I dead? If I live with Tharn in death, that is fine with me. However, I do not want Tharn to die so young. Is that why I am alone in the room? I wait for Tharn to join me, if he joins me. A yellow laugh comes from my throat, who would want to spend the rest of their death with the person who hit them? I look at my phone for the time and date. How long do I have to wait...

... ...

How can it be? It is impossible! The day... it is the morning of the evening, of that cursed evening. Have I jumped back in time? No, I must be in a dream... Or in hell reliving that evening over and over again where I know that at the end of the day, I'll be alone and unable to do anything about it. On the bright side, at least I'll see Tharn again. If it's the morning of the party, Tharn must be in the bathroom.

As I sit up, Tharn comes out of the bathroom. He'll come in to say hello, then I'll hold him up, his phone will ring, and he'll leave. I won't see him again until tonight after the concert, and would be seeing him for the last time at this party. I refuse! If I can hold Tharn back this time, I can change the end of the evening. Could I convince him not to go to this party?

Tharn approaches, he has a gleam in his eye that I can't understand. He kisses me good day. I put my arms around his neck, my tongue slipping into his mouth. He lies on top of me. If I can reach his crotch with my hand before that damn bell rings, I'm pretty sure I can hold him. I let my hand run down Tharn's torso, his kiss growing hungrier. Just as I think my mission was going to be easier than expected, that pesky buzzer sounds and Tharn sits up. I didn't make it, but I'm not going to get discouraged, I'm not losing Tharn tonight!

...

A hand just passed under my shirt. Tharn straightened up to simply turn off his phone, not to leave. He's back at it, I'm in heaven, maybe after all. When exactly did I lose my underwear? And, apparently, my T-shirt too. Tharn is also shirtless, but his trousers are still on. My goodness, it's not going to stay that way for long, my hands are reaching for the extra garment... He didn't put on any fucking shorts! I can feel my erection getting even harder. This man is going to kill me one day.

I lose all sense of time and space as Tharn takes both our erections in his hand. Fuck! Shit! My fingers tighten on Tharn's shoulders, I won't last long...

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Tharn pulls his hand away, both of us on my stomach. I don't care, I'm too comfortable here. I'm in heaven, I'm certain...

"Shit! I got to go Type. Don't worry about the concert, just win your games for me, okay," Tharn places one last kiss on my cheek before getting up and walking back into the bathroom. He goes out to get dressed again, with a towel in his hand? A towel to wipe me down, silly me, isn't it? The romantic bastard, even late, takes the time to take care of it.

I get ready for the day, convinced that the course of events can change. I wish I could believe that my memories are just dreams, that Tharn and I are alive, and that I'm not going to drink tonight, or any other night! I leave the flat with that thought, more than ready to face the day.