Terror trio: back in action

It All Fell Down

It was around 3 AM and Devon had woken up from the same recurring nightmare he's had for the past year. Ripping the covers off his body, he opens up the window and sits on the edge, closing his eyes while the cool air grazed his skin

"Devon." A familiar voice croaked

"Hi, Jake." Devon smiled

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Jake asks, immediately rushing to his side

"I'm fine. I'm just having some trouble sleeping, that's all." Devon explains

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jake asks

"Not particularly, no." Devon shook his head

Placing his slippers off to the side, he takes a seat next to his boyfriend, quietly observing him from afar

"Dev, you're not okay. I know you're not. Whatever's going on, you have to talk to me about it. That's why I'm here." Jake coddled him

"You don't understand, Jake. The first time I tried to commit, I had locked myself in my room with a box cutter. After minutes of procrastinating, I took the box cutter and slit my wrist. Soon enough, one cut led to two, and two cuts led to three. Before I knew it, I was bleeding out on the floor. I cut myself so deep, the wounds took months to close up." Devon teared up

"Why didn't you call me? I could've helped you through it." Jake asks

"Are you kidding me? I did call you! Several times, actually. I left voicemails crying about how I needed you, and you never responded. Jake, I was suffering for months, and the only thing I desired was you. I needed you to be present, even if it was as simple as a text. I needed you to hold me in your arms, and comfort me. I needed you, and you weren't there. Do you have any idea how that made me feel?!" Devon yelled

"Devon, I'm so sorry." Jake embraced him

"For a moment, I thought you didn't love me anymore." Devon muttered

"Dev, that's crazy talk. Of course I love you, you know I do. I'll do anything for you. I'll admit, I was a shitty boyfriend. Instead of focusing on your problems, I was too wrapped up in mine. For that, I'm sorry." Jake kissed his hand

Devon collapsed in his lover's arms, gripping his T-shirt while he wept. Luckily, Jake had a strong grip on his waist, holding him steady so he wouldn't fall. Rocking him back and forth in his warm embrace, Jake planted a soft kiss on his forehead before whispering comforting words into his ear, softly running his fingers through his hair in the process

"I'm sorry. I don't know why I snap at you so much. I have so much anger boiling inside of me. I don't know how to control it, so I tend to lash out towards people who don't deserve it." Devon sobbed

"Dev, this is not your fault. Look, you have every right to be mad at me. You're right. You needed me and I was too caught up in my own shit to notice that you were in pain." Jake says

"Maybe I need to go to a psychologist or something." Devon sniffled

"Devon Evans, I'd rather sell my soul to the devil himself than let you get away from me again. I promise, things will be different this year." Jake says

"How can you be so sure?" Devon asks

"I can't. I just know that I cannot live without you, Devon. You're my first and last love. You're the first person I think of when I wake up, you're the last person I think of before I go to sleep. I know it seems like I don't care, but without you, Devon Evans, my life would be a shit show. I for one, am grateful for your existence." Jake kissed his forehead