timeless | sequel | d.w

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   They say that time heals all wounds.

No,

Time helps you suppress and forget. Time helps you to stitch together the wounds that you never thought would stop bleeding. Time helps you pick apart the pieces and slowly hide them away. Time helps you to put out that fire that was burning so bright.

But all it takes is that one little spark to make all the pieces find their way back to each other and fit perfectly together again. One little spark that cuts up those stitches and makes you bleed all over again. One little spark, to make that fire burn again.

Usually it takes a while for the spark to cause a fire, but for me, it all happened at once. When the door to my hospital room swung open, and Dallon stood there with a look in his eyes that I couldn't describe. When Raúl let go of my hand and disappeared, leaving me and Dallon and the silence behind him.

The spark exploded into a tornado of fire, ripping up the wounds and burning me from the inside. The memories came washing over me like a flooding wave, even worse than last night when I saw him on that stage.

I didn't say anything and he didn't move. The only thing he did was stare at me, his lips slightly parted and his heaving chest slowly moving up and down. He looked just like he did a decade ago, the last time I saw him, just more mature by now.

He finally closed the door after God knows how long, and I swallowed hard. He approached me, but didn't sit on the bed like he would've done ten years ago. He grabbed a chair that stood by the beeping heart rate machine and pulled it close to the bed before sitting down.

"Hi." I said, never taking my eyes off of him, barely even blinking, as if he would vanish if I did.

"Hi." He replied. His voice was sharp, and I could hear that he was as shocked and nervous as me.

The silence laid upon us again. I didn't know what to say. It felt like a dream, unreal and blurry. Fictional, almost. His deep blue eyes penetrated mine and I couldn't help but get lost in them all over again. I didn't know if he noticed, but even if he did he wouldn't tell me, so I didn't care.

"How did you find me?" I asked and for the first time I saw him smile, even if it was a smile filled with sarcasm.

"It wasn't exactly hard," he said and looked down at his hands. "You're dating the most talked about actor in town."

I didn't reply at that, and he didn't look up for another moment. It was such a deja-vu experience and I wanted to reach out for him, touch him. But I didn't.

"So... You're in a band?" I asked, just to have something to say.

"You didn't know?" He sounded almost surprised, which cracked a smile onto my pale lips.

"Had no idea." I told him and leaned back against the pillow.

"Yeah, Brendon and I sort of made up after you left." He muttered.

"Brendon?" I asked in confusion.

"He's the lead singer." Dallon said and looked up at me.

I mentally slapped myself for not realizing that earlier. Of course it was Brendon. His voice echoed through my ears again.

"I didn't know he was such a good singer." I said and played with a strand of my hair.

Dallon smiled, a genuine smile for once. "Me neither."

Our eyes met again and I let out a breath. First now I realized that he was actually here. I wasn't high on medication, it wasn't a dream. He was truly here by my side, talking to me. I didn't know whether I should cry or laugh.

"I've missed you so much." I mumbled, now focusing my eyes on his hands.

He let out a shaky sigh and in the corner of my eye I could see him squeezing his eyes shut, as if he didn't want any tears to escape. It almost made my eyes watery.

"I've missed you too. More than you could imagine."