S t i n g [2DOC]

~14~

"Endless Journey."

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2D's POV:

Heavy grey clouds rolled lazily in the sky. While they were dark enough to carry rain, the worst of the storm was over.

The long, empty road seemed to stretch endlessly for miles.

Desperately, I rolled down the window to allow myself a chance to breathe and think clearly. Although the rain droplets from the earlier downpour splashed into the car, it was quite a calming feeling as the cold drops of moisture splashed against my skin.

"Wh-what are we running away from?" I spoke up, with a slight crack in my voice. The long lasting silence had caused my throat to feel hoarse.

It made no logical sense to drive away from everything we've ever knew. We were constantly moving and 'starting again' when things got tough and, frankly, I was sick of it.

"We're running away from ourselves." Was the dismissive response that Murdoc gave.

"Is that like a metaphor, because I don't like it when you use metaphors. Your metaphors don't make much sense." I criticised.

"You don't make much sense."

Once again, we continued to bicker. However, it wasn't argumentative anymore. It was more playful and, to be honest, we were both far too tired to engage in a heated argument anyway.

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"Did you miss me?" I asked spontaneously. The journey was seemingly a long one, so I decided to fill the silence with words.

"If I didn't then I wouldn't be here." Murdoc mumbled under his breath.

"Tell me how much you missed me then!~" I cooed. He didn't seem too happy about my bubbly nature, but it was just so relieving to finally talk to someone again.

After Muds left, I'd cut off contact from everyone. I just couldn't bring myself to face them with my head hung in shame. Their I-told-you-so's would've crushed me at the time.

"How about you tell me how much you've missed me?" Murdoc questioned, flipping the attention towards me now. His eyes were focused strongly on the road at first, but they occasionally flittered towards my direction in anticipation.

"Well..." I began to speak and he hung onto my every word.

I paused for dramatic effect.

"Well? Did you miss me or not?" Murdoc snapped, a little impatiently.

"I'll only tell you if you promise to tell me afterwards." I answered, longing to satisfy my own need for validation. I needed to hear the words directly from his mouth.

"Okay." He agreed.

So I spoke up, "Okay... I missed you so much. Sometimes I'd lie in your bed and imagine that you were lying next to me, just to help me sleep at night. It worked... For a while, until the weeks passed and I couldn't feel your warmth next to me. I've cried myself to sleep too many times to count." I admitted shamelessly. I wanted to be honest with him completely.