When there were you and I ~ a 707/Luciel/Saeyoung x MC story

Chapter 25

As he pulled in to where he'd parked his car earlier, his felt his phone buzz. He didn't check to see who it was and answered. "Hello?". "He-eey, what day-is it?", a broken voice wafted. Saeyoung had to shake his head to snap back to the present. "You-there?" She asked breathily. She was conscious. And she'd called. "Yea. It's been 2 days. I was wondering why you didn't call." "I don't know..if you..read-but I took.. I took the pill. When will..you come...home?" Home, she'd said. "Soon." He replied. He wanted to keep talking, but he couldn't. His own darkness was taking over. He could hear how weak her voice was. He grabbed all the things he needed form the car and started climbing, in silence. "Sae-young... when..exactly..will you..come back?", her voice sounded-shattered. After every word she said, he could hear her breathing sharply. "Why?" he asked. His anger was not in check. He was going back to her. But he wanted her to feel his pain. Feel how hurt he was. "Because..I need you...please. I'm such an ass", she replied. Her voice was getting hoarser. "And how have you been an ass?", he asked again. "Pleeea-aase..Saeyoung..I need you. I thought it.. would be..ok. That everything would-" she broke off and began coughing. It sounded bad. "Hey", he said kinder this time. He was climbing up quicker. He wanted to see her. To hold her. She said she needed him. "I'm so sorry... I couldn't protect them..I couldn't.. I promised, I promised I would..and I didn't..It's all my fault. I'm so sorry..", he heard her say. She was sobbing now.

"Hey! HEY! Are you there? Hang on I'm almost home ok?", he frantically replied almost running up the rocks and paths. "I'm almost.. there. Hang on.. I'm coming home. " But she wasn't listening anymore. He heard her cry louder. "Oh my GOD..I'm so pathetic! He's not even.. here. Am I even.. really..holding a phone?! This is..seriously fucked..up.. Why? GOD WHY the FUCK didn't I tell him? Why did I let him go? ", he heard her screaming. Was she still under the drug? He got to the clearing and ran into the house knocking down the door. He looked around and she wasn't inside. He ran into the bedroom and ran back out. "Sarah, Sarah I'm here. Where are you?", he screamed into the phone.

"Nooo! Not again! Please! No more! I don't want to remember again. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..", he heard her say through the phone, but she was distant. And then he heard the familiar sound of water. He ran. He ran as fast as he could. A million images flashed through his head, before one single one was fixed. Her body, in the lake. He felt the fear push through again through his anger. Her fear. As he got closer, he saw her, by the banks of the river. She hadn't gone in yet. "SARAH!", he screamed, reaching out to her just as soon as she fell. He felt his eyes burn with tears. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. She was shaking, her hands curled into fists in her hair. "No more... no more.. I can't die. I can't die --yet", she whispered, softly, weeping. She was muttering to herself. "Sarah", he whispered. "Sarah, look at me.. Open your eyes.", he urged her. He lifted her face, and brushed his thumb across her cheek, holding her firmly. He couldn't stop the tears from falling anymore. Yet? She couldn't die YET? He felt his anger slowly rise to the surface again. She slowly opened her eyes, and they took a while to focus on him. "It's over. It's over and I'm here.", he whispered softly, cradling her. "Listen to my voice. Breathe. Come back to me.", he whispered, holding her, crushing her into him.

"Please don't go Saeyoung. Please don't ever go away again!", she suddenly cried out, shaking her head and grabbing his t-shirt. And just as suddenly, her head drooped. He picked her up and began to walk back to the house. She was scratching his back, through his shirt, desperately. Like she thought he would disappear. She kept crying, but he didn't say another word. He knew if he did, he might not be able to take it back. He was too angry. He wanted to claim her, right there. To chain her to himself. Even if it took years, he wanted her to see that he would not let go.

As they got closer to the cabin, he felt her arms lose their strength and fall. He got back inside and walked over to the bed. Their bed. He gently placed her down, and her eyes flew open, grabbing at him "No. NO! No, I won't let you go. I won't!" That took him by surprise. "But you gave me an out. You wanted me to leave. To make it easier for me." He said sharply. He couldn't stop himself. He wanted to. He didn't want to hurt her more, but he couldn't help it. He was crying too. Her sobbing got worse. "I'm sorry I'm so sorry. Please don't.. please..I'll do any..thing.." And she stopped. She stopped speaking. He looked down at her. Her hand was loosening its grip again. She was going unconscious. Limp. He wanted to just lay there, holding her. But he couldn't. He needed to know for sure what she was thinking. As he got up, she whimpered. She started to cry again. He patted her head softly. It calmed her down a bit, but it didn't stop the tears. He opened her hands too look at what she had. It was a polaroid picture. It was from the day of the funeral. A picture of him laughing in his car. Something broke inside of him. In her other hand, she had the phone. He went out into the lounge and looked towards the corner he'd seen her on the cameras. It was a mess. The liquid he had seen from the camera was brown now. He thought it was from some dropped out coffee. But it wasn't. It was sickly. He ran back to her and began to check for open wounds. He needed to see. There was a cut on the back of her arm. But it'd dried out and healed. Which means it must've happened before. The trail of the blood was from the kitchen space. Had she tried to get something from there and fallen over, cutting her self? Shit. Why hadn't she just trusted him?