Forever my Savior

The Food Fight

"Jess, please. Don't leave me; I can't live without you…" David was on the verge of breaking down emotionally. He was on his knees, gazing at the feminine figure surrounded in shadows. His world was melting away at him with each passing second, and he felt hopeless; unable to prevent any of it. Jessica dared not to look back at David's torn expression on his face.

"No, it's too late." Jessica's words echoed throughout the dark, eerie environment that the two resided in. The rigid, icy expression on her face became clear to him when she peered towards his direction over her shoulder. With just one look at her face, David wanted to cry and wish that this feeling would just end. He was hapless, unable to bear the cold treatment she forced upon him.

Before long, Jessica ran into the shroud of darkness and out of sight from David. He wanted to chase her and pull her back into his dying heart, but his knees wouldn't allow it. He was frozen in place, left alone to rot into the atmosphere. Jessica was gone, and he knew that she wasn't coming back.

The ground beneath David began to crack like puzzle pieces pulling themselves apart; much like what was occurring within his heart. David was trapped, distraught, and unable to flee from the inevitable. Like glass, the ground shattered below him, and David soon found himself falling through the floor, surrounded with broken pieces of the floor and darkness.

He felt defeated and hopeless, as he reminisced about every moment he spent breaking her heart. Every night that he stayed at the office late. Every night he never held her as they slept. Every day he spent having fun without her; all while she was in the arms of someone else. David regretted everything, wanting to put an end on the pain in his heart, but it was too late to repair all of those mistakes. He was plunging, destined to perish in his despair and depression.

Save me, save me..! Don't let me die Ian...

He screamed, hoping that somewhere, someone could save him from his demise, but he knew deep down that he was doomed from the start. Not even Ian could save him now.

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Ian peered over to the clock next to his bed, which read 10:37. He rose up from his bed, and made his way towards the bathroom, feeling exhausted, his sluggish movements mimicking those of a worn out zombie. He fixed himself up; washed his face, brushed his teeth, and combed his hair, before decided to check on David. He crept through the hallway towards David's room quietly as possible. Ian subtly cracked the bedroom door, and stared at the man peacefully sleeping. He caught himself staring at someone so innocent, yet broken inside. Ian was tired of the troubles David was being forced to deal with.

He deserves a nice day out. Poor David…

Ian had formulated a plan in the matter of seconds. No more moping around, no more crying, and no more Jessica. Ian was going to give David the time of his life, whether he liked it or not. Ian's stomach let out a purring grumble, knowing he needed food pronto. Ian discreetly dashed into the kitchen, pulling out varies pans and ingredients. Ian was a decent, if not great cook; a little known secret he had kept between himself, Anthony, and Melanie.

After what had seemed like about an hour slaving behind a stove, Ian prepared two plates filled with a tall stack of pancakes, French toast sticks, 4 crispy strips of bacon, a chocolate chip muffin, and an omelet, as well as a glass of orange juice to top it off. Ian had to admit, he had impressed even himself, and he figured David would love all this food. As he set the brimming plates on the living room table, an alarming scream echoed throughout the house, prompting a shocked Ian to sprint to David's room, worried that he could have been hurt.

David's door flew open, as a frightened Ian rushed to his side. David's screams, filled with horror and fear, becoming clear that he was undergoing a nightmare.