His Bride to Be [M/M] (Slow Update)

Chapter 8: Dark Lullabies

A sea of nothing awaited me as my mind floated in a deep abyss. Within this abyss, I knew nothing mattered and nothing will as long as it embraced me. The abyss was darkness and I welcomed it with open arms.

It diminished my fears, my worries, my doubts, and replaced it with feelings of security, safety, warmth. Something so dark should not carry those feelings. 

My mind tried to piece together the meaning of this and question the state I was in. How did I end up here? Where was here?

I felt arms wrap around me, reminding me I was more than I thought floating adrift in the sea, I was a living breathing thing that came from somewhere. A body pressed against my own, bring in a new form of warmth and safety that I did not know existed. Even if I could bring myself to, I found it impossible to move away from those arms as they held me. 

The feeling of being unable to move brought a flash of something that I thought went away after being in the abyss, fear.

I recall not being able to move, a struggle even, a need to escape. Was that something I should be feeling? 

The arms cradling me, suddenly felt heavier than they once were as if they could feel my internal fear ready to resurface. I knew there was something important that I needed to remember and yet my mind could not put together the broken pieces. 

A calm echoing began to stir and resonate around me. The incoherent whispers brought the sound into the abyss until they began to rise in volume. I recognized the sounds as humming. It was a melody that I had never heard before but felt and sounded familiar. A glimpse of a different world filled my head but what enter my memory were fragments that I knew were mine. I saw the head of a man resting on my lap, drenched wet to the core with water awaken by the sounds of this same melody that was coming from my own lips. The man, coming from unconsciousness turned towards me and my lips graced him with a smile.

The memory ended and the figure no longer felt as heavy as he once was before. I found myself being calmed by the humming and submerging myself closer to the figure holding me. The hums were soft and the feeling of safety returned as I closed my eyes.

"Ame...." 

A soft voice cut through the melodies causing me to once more open my eyes. The hums grew slightly louder and once more I found myself wanting to drift into slumber.   

"Ame... Wake up..."

It was not the voice, but the arms of the figure, moving my body that caused me to open my eyes once more. The figure guided me in a sitting position within his lap. I felt his torso on my back and their arms lightly wrapped around me. It was comforting and soothing tempting me to close my eyes once more. 

"Ame please wake up!"

I ignored the frantic voice calling for me, I no longer wanted to awaken, I wanted to stay with the darkness, stay with the voices, stay with the presence, and continue to not worry about the future and the pain which it may bring. I wanted to stay wrapped in these strong, protecting arms no longer having to face my once overbearing problems. Just drift and sleep with the presence holding me. 

"Is that truly your wish..."

That voice.

I look up and willed myself to peek into the darkness. I opened my eyes and stared face to face into the very thing which hunt my memories for weeks now. The very person I wanted to never see, but craved to witness once again.

Those red eyes.

I stared into those eyes for a few moments waiting for something to happen, unafraid of the consequences which may come for looking into those eyes. They seemed to analyse me, look deeply into me soul, learning things about me that words could not comprehend. This should have terrified me, but it didn't.