Crying Out

Part Eight: Anything

" It's getting late. You should head back. You know he'll come looking," jaw slowly working into firm shoulders. Words spoken without thought or true intent. They were barely spoken at all, almost drifting away with the ceiling fan's breeze.

" I already told you, I'm not leaving," the dance of their fingers careful, writing a story neither knew how to tell. Showing all the words never truly spoken.

Still silence calmed the air as if bringing each molecule to a halt. The slow winds carrying the low groan of a settling house. The very room relaxing with them.

Gentle pads running along the ridges of bruised knuckles. Traveling over shallow hills, gliding through low valleys. Frozen blue shining in a way he didn't fully understand.

The swollen joints pulled only slightly between loving lips. Heating within his moist cave. Cooling immediately as he pulled back, moving on to the next. The whispers of a song echoing, weaving between his ribs, chest trembling with each note.

Plush lips brushing his neck, curling up when he leaned into him. Pressing flush to Daniel's chest. Their noses bumping lovingly. Breaths mixing, sharing each exhale.

Gleaming fish swimming just below frozen waters, scarce light catching snow-white scales. Pink cheeks barely curving.

Warmer oceans shimmering. The light floating atop rippling waves, sending crystal shards drifting. Mouth only hinting at a smile.

" I'm glad you're here," sweet breath ghosting along the dip of his Cupid's bow.

" I know. I'm glad to be here," mouth hardly moving. Breathing the words, rather than speaking.

The rumble of the door's rattle piercing their bubble. Calm shattering, much like the golden hinges embedded into the wall.

" You fucking whore!"

Corbyn hit the ground in the same second Daniel leapt from the couch. Palms slamming into hard muscle.

" What the fuck did I tell you!?" Roar ripping from somewhere deep within, bellowing from his throat. Almost deaf to Corbyn's whimper.

Something dark flickered through chocolate brown. Something lurking in murky depths. Something you only see when it's too late. Something Daniel saw the moment before he couldn't breathe.

Legs trembled, searching for the carpet. Soulless brown watching him struggle, watching him die.

" Miah! Stop!" Fingers dug helplessly into bulging forearms. Corbyn's entire being going limp, leaving gravity to pull him down," Jeremiah, please! Put him down."

" Why should I? All the little bitch does is cause problems," lithe digits curled inwards, desperate to reach his palm. Bluing lips parting, chocking out a gasp.

" Because he's my best friend! Miah, please, I'll do anything. Please, just let him go," shadows crept in from the very edges of his vision. Stalking around the room, hovering over a crying Corbyn, watching thick droplets stain pastel cheeks.

What if this is it?

The whisper drifting with the wind. Fluttering inside his ear, caressing the canal. Tickling miniature hairs. What if you aren't meant to save him?

What if no one is?

" I want you home. Always. And I want him gone. I swear to God if you speak to him-"

" I won't. I swear I won't. I promise. I'll come home and I'll stay there. I won't ever leave, Miah, I promise. Just let him go. You're killing him!"

It was like being held under water. Splashing waves flooding his brain, skull gradually filling. Cold pricking at numb skin. Glazed sapphires burning with salty waters. If only Corbyn could feel it. The eternal peace that traveled alongside death. That would forever rid him the agony of life.

Then he fell. Plush carpet replacing the midnight abyss. Ebony figures scattering, retreating from yellow light.

" Let's go," callused hands snatching up Corbyn's own. His body ridgid. Cold blue watching, waiting.

" Corbyn! Let's go." The pale statue dragging the ground. Stone gaze forever locked on his body, forever waiting for even a single breath. For even the smallest twitch.

" I love you, Dani. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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