My Sunset

Steve Buscemi x Danny Devito

                            3 weeks later
Danny's POV

Steve still hasn't woken up. I was running out of food and money. As much as it pains me to say, I can't just wait around for Steve to hopefully wake up. I was gonna have to get a job. But where? Where on Earth was a former sleep paralysis demon going to get employed? A fast food place maybe? That would be easiest and it would get me by for awhile. I won't have to work long. Steve will wake up.

He has to. I don't what I'll do if he doesn't.

I went to bed that night without eating. I stared at the ceiling in quite contemplation until I drifted off dreaming of Steve.

I smelt smoke. An alarm was beeping rapidly. The smoke alarm. I bolted out of bed and looked towards the door. Smoke creeped in from under the bedroom door. I coughed roughly as panic seared through me. I need to call 911. And fast. I grabbed my cell phone and began to dial.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"My house is on fire, I can't get out of my room." I stuttered anxiously over my words as the smoke came into my room thicker and faster.

"Alright sir, remain calm. Is there a window you can jump out of?"

"It's too small. I-I can't fit through it." I coughed violently as I tried my hardest not to inhale more smoke than I already was.

"Can you give us your address sir?"

"1156 Durban Lane."

"Help is on the way. Hang tight sir." The operator hung up. I took a shirt I found on the floor and covered up my face with it. The smoke was coming in fast. Within minutes there was tapping on the window. I looked over and watched as the window began to expand. It grew bigger and bigger. I couldn't believe my eyes. It opened up and a fireman stood at the window. It was Steve.

"Danny, I'm here to save you." He held out his arms and I ran to them. He pulled me out of the house gently and gave me a kiss when we were safe on the ground.

"Steve. Oh god Steve, I thought I was a goner." I said breathlessly into my boyfriend's arms. He stroked my cheek soothingly.

"You're alright Danny. Everything's ok."

I woke up with a gasp. I broke into violent sobs at the memory of this dream. I pounded into the bed and cried. I cried so hard it hurt. I threw things. An alarm clock. A remote. I even smashed a bottle of cologne that belonged to Steve which I immediately regretted. The whole room began to smell like him. That was Steve's favorite cologne.

"Oh Steve I'm sorry." I got out of bed and started frantically trying to put the shattered bits of glass of the broken bottle back together. The pieces sliced my fingers and the blood ran down my hands. My hold body shook as I sobbed. I clutched my stomach with my bloodied hands and stained my clothes crimson. I cried for hours it seemed like though it was only about 30 or 40 minutes. I missed him so much. This was like going through hell. A living hell was what life was like without my Steve. I walked downstairs to the kitchen to wash the blood from my hands. I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's. I didn't even bother getting a glass. I trudged sadly back upstairs and drank. I drank half the bottle with more tears streaming down my face with not even enough energy to get up to the bed or to change out of the clothes I was currently wearing.

"Here's to you baby." I slurred drunkenly to myself and drank some more. I set the bottle down and passed out like an alcoholic. That night I slept the uncomfortable slumber of a man who mourned. I mourned for Steve, the man I love.