To Live Forever

Chapter 12

Jason could feel his dream start to change. He saw his sister, saw her sitting on a bench in the sunny day.

She looked so alive, so sincerely happy that Jason just stood there-wherever he was- and stared at her, expecting that she would vanish.

He smiled as she looked at the clouds above her and laughed, her beautiful cyan eyes lighting up underneath the soft rays of sunshine.

Jason wanted nothing more than to sit here in this fake world which he had created in his mind. At least this wasn't sad and so devastating like the completely real world he was forced to spend every waking moment in.

He cursed his jinxing thoughts as his sister started to cry and scream. She was right there. He could just reach out and comfort her from the painful thoughts that had leached the happiness from her, he wanted to hold her and rock her and tell her that everything would be fine. The pain is just temporary. It will be over soon. It will all be over soon.

But he couldn't. He couldn't move, as he saw his sister lay on the ground, her fragile frame shaking with torturous sobs. He couldn't move as he saw her sister reach out to him, beg him to help her, do something, anything to stop the pain.

But he couldn't.

He couldn't.

And even if he doubted anything else, he didn't doubt this.

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Jason's body was shaking with sobs. He was not awake, he was in his little cocoon of unfeeling yet thrashing pain, but he was conscious. He could feel his half naked body fling around on the bed, as he felt the pure, unadulterated wrenching in his heart.

He was cold. So, so cold.

He would do anything to free himself from the pain, the darkness, the sheer helplessness.

He wanted nothing more than the nightmare to end, for the excruciating truth to cover itself from him and disappear forever.

He begged in his sleep, lips barely moving as his body shook with sobs from the pain, the bitter truth.

The door to his room opened. He heard the light yet firm footsteps clearer now and cried even harder.

"Please! Please, please, please. I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

A warm hand caressed his cheek, and Jason shivered at the touch.

"Shh." The voice said and Jason sniffed, trying to follow the voice and make it back to the reality, however painful it was for him.

"Listen to my voice, Jason. You're here. You're here with me. Feel me. Feel my touch." The deep voice whispered and Jason felt himself relaxing slowly, so slowly.

His eyes still closed, he found the body attached to the hand, entwining his hands around the naked, surprisingly thin waist, felt the owner's breath hitch and pulled the person onto himself.

"Please, make it stop. Please. Please. Please, make it stop. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

The heat of the body on top of him made him relax further and he buried his face in the crook of the person's neck.

The person's breaths were sharp and Jason heard him gulp.

"Jason, please. You're okay. Listen to my voice. You're right here with me. I'm right here with you." The warm hand caressed Jason's shoulders, and his body shook with tears, but this time of relief.

He was not alone. He was not alone.

The entangled bodies lay there for what felt like forever, in their own little bubble of happiness, joy and relief, and Jason did not let go of the warm and lean waist, and sighed as his breaths came more slowly.