Chasing Daylight

Skai, December 9, 2014

  HOW THE HELL CAN IT BE ABOUT DYLAN? Why is he saying that? Does he think it’s some kind of joke? Ha! Some joke. If he thinks it’s funny, he better push his guard up, because I’ll be hurting him soon.

  No, I can never hurt him. Even if he is trying to make some kind of joke. He’s Draven’s brother, I suppose he has a right. Though I don’t know why he would want to joke any more than I would.

  What has Dylan got to do with this anyway? He is freaking dead. Dead, and Draven has the nerve to say that he’s involved in some supernatural shit? No, I will not tolerate that, I don’t even care if he is Draven.

  “Love?” Felix’s voice is on the other side of the room, and it sounds so alluring, so compelling, I have to obey it. I viciously wipe away the few tears trickling down and reluctantly open the door. There is no space between the door, and is arms, so I walk straight into them and they curl around me, bringing me into his chest.

  I don’t waste time to soak up all the comfort I’m getting from him, and wrap my arms as tight as I possibly can.

  “How can he say that?” I whisper in shock.

  “…out of everything to be afraid or shocked about, it’s been everything but the fact that someone wants you dead.” He mutters in a low voice that sends shivers down my spine. He’s right, and it’s weird.

  “I’m trying my hardest not to think about it.” I mumble against his chest.

  “Well, Draven seems to have you covered.” He doesn’t like Draven, and I know I told him that he could literally screw off, but he tolerates him, I guess.

  “Jealous much?”

  “Pfft, please.” He mutters, displeased with my accusation. “What is there to be jealous of?”

  “Ah, I think the question is what is there not to be jealous of?” I ask him, touching the tip of his nose with my finger, which makes him smile.

  “There it is again.”

  I stare at him blankly. “You’re distracting yourself from the main topic.”

  Damn right I am. I don’t want to have to think about my own death possibly being just hours away.

  “It’s my way of coping.” I shrug, trying to keep it lighthearted. “Draven just…he’s my coping mechanism.” I explain in the simplest way I can, and Felix just nods in understanding.

  “But I don’t remember him ever being your boyfriend.”

  “That’s right. Because you are.” I poke his chest, which makes him laugh a small, warm laugh. “Seriously, you don’t have to worry about anything. He is…him.” I assure Felix.

  “Oh, no, he’s just your gay friends-with-benefits buddy, right? Nothing for your boyfriend to worry about except sexual activity.” He shrugs sarcastically, and I want to punch him. But dare I do.

  “But I still only love you. You and only you.” I tell him, and reach up to press a kiss to his lips, but he leans back. I look at him negatively.

  “Tell me that after you’re not on a goose chase with your killer doppelgänger.” He tells me, and then lightly presses his lips to mine, and then backs away again before I have any chance of kissing him back, which annoys me. “What the hell does he mean about Dylan being involved?” he asks me, and I look away from him, and then shrug.

  “Honestly, I have no idea. Hopefully he’ll explain sooner rather than later.”

  “He’ll explain to you.” He mutters quickly, and I shoot him a dirty look.

  “You’re about to go over the edge. Don’t you dare forget about what I said.” I warn, trying to sound severe.

  “Never,” he promises drastically, and I just roll my eyes while I make my way back to the booth.

  “No lovie-dovie crap, right?” Draven asks me, and I scoff.

  “You’re talking?”

  “For argument’s sake.” He dismisses quickly. I give Draven a look that basically tells him that we’ll talk about Dylan later. He nods, as if he reads my mind.

  Draven and I eat in silence, while the other three don’t even touch their glasses of water.

  We still have about a three quarter hour left, so Draven goes with me to one of the little clothing stores just to get some warmer clothing for Alaska while Felix, Tyler and Brett book five seats on the plane, and I heard they had booked for first class.

  “Would you like to start explain this story about Dylan?” as I say his name, my throat becomes thick, so my voice breaks on the last word.

  “You don’t have to worry about that right now. Let’s just focus on getting you safe first, okay?”

  I don’t bother arguing, since I’m more likely to lose, and I don’t want to give Draven that much satisfaction. Instead, I try to change the subject. “…I’ve missed you, Bear. A lot.” I whisper, and it’s true. Eight months? I could barely stand eight hours without seeing Draven, so I have managed eight months without him, even with Felix, it leaves me mind blown.

  “I’ve missed you, too. You have no idea how hard it’s been without you. For all of us.”

  I nod slightly, almost forgetting about the thick hoodie in my hands. Draven is just grabbing clothes, not bothering to check the size, though they are the same size; I swear he knows me better than me. “…I probably should have told you already.”

  “Yes, you should have.” I whisper, though I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I know this voice well enough to know that it probably has to do with what happened three years ago. My mind flashes over the memories, some magical, most of them painful.

  “We don’t have to say anything, right?” I wince, praying we don’t have to. This is not something I’d like to bring up in front of everyone.

  “No,” he answers, his voice also soft, also devoid of emotion. “So, you told your boyfriend about Dylan?”

  “…yeah,” my voice is trying to break me and Draven knows this, so he sends me a look of reassurance. “I shouldn’t be so vulnerable to it anymore.”

  “You have excuses. Don’t beat yourself up for caring for him, even after death.”

  “…but you’ve moved on from it. He was your brother, Draven. Your brother.” I turn to him desperately, but he just takes the clothes from my arms.

  “Yes, he is my brother. But he’s the father of your child.”