Depths

43. Whisper

Danny didn't stop crying, not for the whole night that he laid in his bed hugging himself. It felt cold in this bed now, colder than when he was able to cuddle against Phantom's naturally cool flesh. It was cold and lonely, and as empty as Danny felt right then.

He wanted Phantom back. He wanted him back in this bed, next to him. Safe. Calm. His.

It was probably some time early in the morning after Phantom disappeared, and so far all Danny had done was cry alone in his bed, as pathetic as that sounded, Danny didn't care any. Not when it felt like his heart had been ripped right out of his chest while he waited for his world to come to a sheer stop and turn into a whole mess of anger and confusion.

Tucker had gone to the hospital as soon as the ambulance showed up at the circus last night, and other than hundreds of people going home disappointed to wasted their money only to not even see a mermaid, nothing had made it to the public.

Sam had offered to come over to be with Danny so that he didn't have to be alone, but the raven boy refused. He wanted to be alone, he didn't want to see anyone and he didn't want to leave his room, let alone his bed. The part of him that was still in denial of what had happened tried to make him believe or hope that if he just waited in his room, Phantom would return saying that Hades changed his mind and decided to let him go, but Danny knew the notion was ludicrous. There was no way the god of the Underworld would release Phantom after all the trouble he felt the merman put him through.

Sam and Tucker had never known just how selfish they were until Phantom offered himself up to Hades in place of Danny. They tried to keep it a secret, not wanting to accept it of themselves that they would gladly trade Phantom for their life-long best friend in the span of a heart-beat any day, but it wasn't as if they could hide that from Danny.

He knew they were secretly glad that Phantom traded himself for his life, and the anger and disappointment he felt towards them left him refusing to see either one of them. He knew if he was in the same room with them, he wouldn't be able to control his anger or his mouth, and he was too tired and emotionally drained to be responsible for what he might say to them.

His father was in jail, and Danny had no idea how he was going to get him out. It didn't seem like it would matter though, 'cause it was only a matter of time before he forgot about why his father was in there in the first place. Either way, as much as he loved his father and wanted to do something to get him out of prison, Danny was too depressed to even try to figure out how he would do so.

He felt... Alone... Completely, utterly, absolutely, alone.

How he felt right that moment was probably the unwritten definition of melancholy as he pressed his tear-soaked face into Phantom's pillow, trying to remember the last time he touched the merman, kissed the merman. The familiar scent of his boyfriend only offered minimal comfort, especially since he knew that not only would the smell soon disappear but so would his memory of it. It was a hard truth that he would never be able to accept.

He wouldn't remember those eyes... those beautiful green eyes that changed color with his mood and power and reflected his vast intellect and spirit. He would forget all about how soft his skin was, and how it felt to brush his hands through his white hair. He'd forget his smell, his voice, the sound of his laughter, the beauty of his smile- he wouldn't even remember his name.

It was all going to be taken away, and Danny was supposed to lay there and let it happen.

He couldn't accept it.

In fact... he wouldn't accept it.

His eyes shot open in rage as his tears stopped falling, and he got out of bed and marched over to his computer to turn it on. He would not let himself forget Phantom, not even for a moment. He would make it so that even when he didn't know who Phantom was, he still would in some way.

Hades may have won today, but he would not win by the end of these three days. He would force himself to remember Phantom, even if he forgot all about him.

Opening up Microsoft word, Danny hit New Document and grabbed a pen and some paper, mapping out his plot. Being sure to remember every single detail that led up to this moment in time from the day that he met Phantom.

He would leave his and Phantom's story for himself to read so that no matter what happened, he would still know what had truly gone on in the last 2 and a half years. He would write his story from beginning to end, and he would put every single detail that mattered into the story in chronological order. He would turn it into a book and leave every clue that he could to somehow make his future self remember that it wasn't just a story, it was everything that his life was before it was aggressively ripped away.

It started like this...

"Whoever said that staring at a clock doesn't really make time go slower, is a complete idiot. Staring at a clock was like watching two snails race across a brick, or like getting your car stuck in a hectic traffic jam. It drew on and tested your patience to the point you feel like your going to scream out in rage..."

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The end

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So ummmmmmm..............

Sequel?