We left that same night.
We arrived to Tunnel street mid-day and rested. It was Sam's home. I could tell. He lived alone, there were no signs of any feminine products or any baby stuff. I could just see him wondering around here eating and watching tv. But I knew what had come of him. He was dead. Just like most of us. I quickly headed to the cabinets to searcch for food or water for Owen. The place was packed.
"Man, you did good Sam!" I said to myself.
I brought over a bottle of water to Owen who was lying on the bed. He looks horrible.Around his eyes were swolen and red and the blue was even starting to look washed out.
"How are you feeling?" I aasked handing the bottle.
"Fine." He replied.
"Lie." I replied bluntly.
He didn't even try to justify or counter with anything. He just layed there, staring at the ceiling. I decided to lay beside him.
"Wow, I forgot what it felt like to lay on an actual bed." I said cheerfuly.
"Me too." he said with a sigh
We were silent for awhile. It felt good not to talk and just appreaciate the little things we had in life.
"I kind of feels like were living together right? It's too bad we'll never be able to actually live it. But we could still play pretend right?" I said with a chuckle. When he didn't answer me, I looked up as his face. His eyes we closed and he wasn't moving.
"Owe?! Owen!" I shook him hard and his eyes busted open.
"I'm not dead! I'm not dead!" He screamed.
I burst into tears. "You can't do that! Don't just go to sleep like that and leave me without telling me! Do you have any idea how scared I was?!" I screamed and he held me.
"Shh, It's okay. I'm sorry. I didn't think it was a big deal. I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking. I'm just really tired." He said over and over again unntil I calmed down.
After a while I stopped crying and we just sat on the bed him holding me with his icy, shivering body.
"You can't sleep until I come back." I whispered.
"But I'm so tired. I won't be able to stay awake." He replied.
I looked up to him and kissed him. "Then I'll keep you awake for now." I whispered.
I deepend the kiss between us and this time he did not stop me. I layed him down and climbed over him, kissing him hard and passionatly. I figured that the only reason he is letting this happen is because he is sure that one of us is going to die before tomorrow. But I don't blame him. I think so too. It's the reason why I want this to happen so bad. I want to with him one last time before the end. Before I have to live without him or him without me. I reach for his shirt and I undress him. The kiss between us lights me on fire. I feel the warmth all over my body and at the back of my mind, even though his body is freezing, I hope he feels the same way. The moment we embraced Owen stopped shivering. It made me really happy. So happy that I cried. Even if I do get sick of die because of this, I don't regret it. I could never.
He fell asleep right after. And I began to gear-up.The sun had set sometime during one of our many performances and it was time for me to go. I thought about waking him up to say goodbye, but he looked too beautiful to disturb. Besides, we would meet again on the other side.
I decided that if I were to complete this mission and Owen were to die, then I would not live a single day without him. We were meant for each other. Soul mates. If he dies, then I would join the eighty percent.
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OxO (Short story)
Science FictionThere's an epidemic. People are dying. The whole city is under quarantine. We're looking for a way out but there's no way. I've got to help him. I won't let him die.