My Sunset

Steve Buscemi x Danny Devito

Steve's POV

I've been in the Void for nearly four weeks. It was agonizing. Every minute spent tore bits and pieces of hope and happiness from me. I sat all day and played cards with Tom Hiddleston. There wasn't anyone else here, just us. Everyone has their own personal Void that comes with their very own Void Master; mine just happened to be Tom Hiddleston. Countless hours of the same card game over and over again. There wasn't any scenery either. No trees, no rivers, no hills, no mountains, nothing. Just darkness. It would have all those things if I could choose. It would be beautiful here. I was gifted a journal though, from Tom. I write in everyday. That reminded me.

"Tom, it's time for me to write today's journal entry. Please excuse me for a moment." I said politely. I walked away from the table we were using for our card game and drinks. I reached into my leather bag I carried with me and pulled out my journal, pen, and reading glasses. I began to write.

Day 24 in the Void

Dear Danny,
It's been nearly four weeks since I woke up in the Void. Tom and I have been enjoying ourselves I guess. We still only play cards all day, everyday. I'm glad my watch still works. I'm well fed, I'm hydrated, I'm well rested, and I'm my personal hygiene is good. You'd love it here. I can sleep as long as I want, I can eat anything and not gain a single pound, I don't have to work, I'm provided with everything. It's perfect.

I noticed the last line I had written was a lie. I scribbled it out with my pen and started writing again.

Who am I kidding. I'm miserable here Danny. Tom doesn't know any other games besides Slapjack and he won't let me teach him any others. My hand is sore. He's very good at Slapjack. I miss you. I miss you so much. I've cried myself to sleep every night since I got here. I can hardly bare it. The only joy I get is at night when I drift off to sleep, I dream of you. I dream of that night we went down to the beach when we traveled to the Bahamas for the weekend. The water was so clear, so beautiful. I collected seashells in that jar I keep on my bookshelf remember? You held it for me while I walked around looking for shells to keep. I found that entirely black seashells and I joked. I said, 'look Danny, it's the color of your soul'. You smiled and grabbed my waist, pulling me close. You whispered, 'not when I'm with you babe.' And you pointed at the sunset. The sky was purple, blue, orange, yellow, and pink. It was breathtaking. You kissed me gently. 'That's what my soul feels like whenever I'm with you. Bright, warm, and colorful. You are the light of my life. You're my sunset.' I'll always remember that night Danny. Always. Anyways, Tom is calling me back to the card table. I'll write to you tomorrow. I love you.
-Steve

I closed my journal and wiped away the single tear that ran down my cheek. I sniffled and stuffed my journal, pen and reading glasses back into my bag.

"Are you alright Steven?" Tom asked. I snorted violently in shock. We didn't talk much during the day and I forgot about Tom's accent.

"Yes. Yes I'm fine, sorry." I said. He nodded and started shuffling the deck of cards. We played until midnight when I decided I was tired. Tom snapped and a bed appeared before us. I crawled into it and nodded at Tom as a hint for him to leave. He got the hint and left. I burrowed down into the blankets and began to cry. I hated it here. I closed my eyes until sleep brought me back to me and Danny that night at the beach.