Let me be...

Your only love

Corey goes back to the abyss he had been trying to escape from for a long time.

His thoughts have gotten louder and now he has no one to help him silence them.

It's Monday and now he feels like the routine has come back out of nowhere to continue torturing him.

The numbness follows him throughout the entire day until the clock reads 9 pm and he gets tired of it.

After letting out a heavy sigh that echoes in his entire house, he finally decides to get up from bed and change his clothes.

A dark hoodie covers his blond hair as he locks the front door, still considering if he should do what he has in mind.

The cold wind makes him shiver and doubt.

Corey lifts his head up to the sky, looking for any sort of light that guides his steps behind the dark clouds that have formed above him.

"It worked once; it must work again." Is the last thought he has before making his way on the empty streets covered in puddles of rainwater from earlier.

As he walks for a couple of minutes, his sight glues to the ground.

He lets out a sigh and shoves his hands in the pockets of his worn hoodie in order to keep them from freezing.

Suddenly, a reflection startles him.

His feet stop moving as his eyes look carefully at the blurred scene that can be seen in the nearest puddle.

It's himself; a younger and happier version, but Corey Wallcox, nonetheless.

He reminisces jumping in the water, annoying his companion in the process.

A mixture of anger and sadness starts crawling up his spine as everything flows in his memory.

With teary eyes, he continues his way, his legs moving faster by every step he takes forward.

Corey shakes his head but is careful to keep his hair hidden until he gets to his destination.

Ignoring all the drunk men in the pub, he enters the building and walks directly to the bar.

The skinny, old man behind the wooden surface rises an eyebrow before asking politely, "Would you like something to drink, sir?"

Corey's trembling hand lies on the bar, his fingers pattering nervously after saying, "Just a beer."

The bartender nods and hands him the cheapest beer before moving away to a known customer.

Corey empties the glass in almost one go, causing the man to his left to pay more attention to him.

He's a foreign blond with a very short beard and blue eyes. And he swears to God that he's seen the newcomer before, but he doesn't know when or where until the Irish asks for one more drink.

The stranger clears his throat, gaining Corey's attention.

Their blue eyes meet and there's no need to talk since both of them know the reason he's chosen that specific place to get drunk.

With no hesitation, the blond takes out his cellphone and leaves it on the bar once he's left a note on it.

"Room 249, 60 minutes. Leave now."

After making sure the hooded man has read it, he takes the device and saves it back in his pocket before someone else notices it.

Corey tries to move, but his legs don't respond until his tongue tastes another glass of alcohol.

His heartbeat fastens as he leaves some money next to a napkin and walks to the front door, feeling everyone's eyes like daggers on his back even though no one other than the blond is looking his way.

After walking just a couple of streets, he's welcomed to the hotel with sinful sounds coming from every room he passes by. This makes him flinch at first, but his body relaxes in the moment he opens the door to the room 249.

Just seconds later, a hand lands on his shoulder as a pair of lips ghost over his ear as a voice behind him says, "I thought I had left you in good hands."

Corey shivers when hearing the unknown accent, but he puts the fear aside by taking a deep breath and confronting the slightly taller man.

"You did." He accepts, an unintentional smile forming on his face as his shirt and hoodie almost ripped away from his torso. "But I wanted to, you know? Mix it u-"

His speech is interrupted by the blond pinning him against the wall, lifting his light body just inches above the carpeted floor.

"Is Dark not enough for you?" The stranger asks in a deep tone as the other man still tries to catch his breath.

After hearing him referring to Dark, Corey starts to regret being there.

However, this feeling soon changes as the other's teeth bite down on his neck and a groan escapes his throat.

"I should tell you my name so you can scream it at the top of your lungs tonight." The taller says between rough kisses.

Corey hums as his legs wrap around his waist. "What is it?" He says with a shaky voice, taking in a lungful of breath.

"Felix." The foreign informs, feeling his client's body slowly go numb against his.

"That's a nice name." The Irish whispers, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

And even though it's someone else who is with him physically, his mind thinks of someone completely different before unconsciousness kicks in.

Felix sighs heavily, finally looking down at the senseless Irish in his arms.

He quickly takes him to the bed and carefully places the body on the mattress.

He runs a hand through his blond hair before dialing a number on his cellphone.

"Hello?" A raspy voice greets.

"Dude, I know you told me you didn't want new clients, but the last one you received was looking for me at the bar just an hour ago.

"What? Is he with you?"

"I- He's unconscious. You know why I sent him to you in the first place, his life would be ruined if-"

"Leave him there right now."

Felix closes his eyes after hearing the demanding tone. "I will, don't worry about it."

With that, he ends the call and leaves the place after saying a soft apology to no one in particular.