Beyond Darkness

Homecoming

Vincent~

"Vincent"

"Vincent?"

Those green eyes were staring down at him, it was the first time he was witnessing the dusted specks of melanin dipped goldenish in the green, He felt a soft hand on his forehead, and then a sudden brightness made him aware of his surroundings. He was lucid dreaming? He blinked a few times to clear his vision and it took a while until his eyes adjusted to the brightness. His eyes fell on a short form. He waited for the man to turn around and when he did turn, Vincent felt a sweet joy at the sight.

"Jack!" He exclaimed, he tried to get out of bed to go embrace the old man in a huge bear hug but moving too suddenly gave him a headache, He saw Jack's expression turn to worry, but Vincent let him know that it was okay, just a small headache. He slowly got up and walked over and enveloped Jack in the tightest hug that he could handle. He let go once he heard Jack wheeze. They laughed. Vincent walked to the bathroom to freshen up. He caught himself in the mirror, he was looking a lot better than yesterday.

He was brushing his teeth when his brain took him back to that movie scene but this time he turned to a brown haired boy looking at him with the earnest eyes going on and on about the movie series.

And in a second Vincent was back to the bathroom with a toothbrush in my hand, dumbfounded staring at the mirror. Until it all came back. He held on to the counter as it felt like the sky had fallen on him, on the vile of a lover. He turned to find Jack looking at him with a solemn expression.

"Jack... Dylan..?" Jack just smiled at him, but without any answer he just turned around and closed the door behind him. Vincent was alone again. With his thoughts, with his guilt, with Dylan's presence in memories. He stripped off his gown and turned on the shower. Standing below the stream he let his the memories flow, from the first look to the last encounter. He opened his eyes, He had gotten him the ice chips. Where was he? Is he okay? Then he remembered what he had said to him. "Maybe" Vincent whispered the word. Was he really gone? "Maybe."

It didn't make him sad though. He was happy that Dylan had went away. Vincent hadn't been kind to him, he had gotten everything wrong all these years. This heartache was definitely a kind of punishment in a way. He had now lost the only person who had made his heart ache with all the right pain. He leaned against the wall. It felt cold against his skin but he couldn't care less. Maybe. Maybe. He let the word reel in and for the first time, he let his emotions flow and disappear in the stream of water. Completely disguised.

Vincent did not really know what was going he felt like he had been here before it all seemed so realistic. Vincent had started to panic as, the walls had started to close in on him, his breathing had started to shallow with every passing second. He never felt so closed off, he never felt so out of breath. The walls now were pressing him against him, squeezing his lungs, he felt fire spread through his lungs All he could think about was how it would all end. That how he would lose the only one real thing that he had ever known because where else he would get someone to care for him like that. There was still a bit of uncertainty in his being, in his mind, but the basics were there for anyone to see. No matter how much he tried to see the face of the person which was flashing before his eyes, it wasn't anywhere near clear. The end was coming and it wasn't going to be pretty. and then Vincent heard his voice. His voice. His angel's voice, calling out to him, then he felt his hands on his body. Leaving golden marks, healing him, the walls turned a bright white and Dylan's face materialized in his vision. Vincent saw Dylan's green eyes peer into him. He felt relief seep into him as he pulled Dylan into his arms. He realised that he was having a nightmare, of losing the man that was snuggled into his arms right now. Vincent could not bar the thought of losing Dylan, it lit a fire of despair in his heart, but right now, He was home. He had finally come home.

Apparently they had fallen asleep again after having the breakfast Vincent had made for Dylan. Dylan had eaten beyond his capacity and had started feeling drowsy so they decided to take a nap. Vincent somewhere still felt guilty about being harsh and rude and abilities everything that he had done to him from kidnapping him to chaining him in his basement. Vincent hadn't had the time to actually apologize in person so he thought that now when they were alone here he would apologize about everything he had done wrong. Vincent was feeling guilty and the only way to get rid of the feeling was to apologize and bear his heart out to Dylan and take a risk once more. Vincent did not know from where to start and then he also did not want to sound like an i***t. Vincent tightened his hold on Dylan. "Angel.." He trailed off. He heard Dylan hum but then what would he actually say? "Dylan, I am really very sorry about everything that I have ever done to you. From the start, to till now. I am apologizing for everything that I have done wrong. Please forgive me." He breathed in deeply and waited for his answer. The silence was stretching and Vincent was really starting to panic. He then felt Dylan place a small kiss on his chest right above his heart. Vincent felt like he could cry. He took the kiss as a sign for forgiveness. "Vince, I was never offended or mad at you, Surely at first I was really scared but there was never a time that I felt threatened to be with you. Sometime in when I saw the real you, I felt like I was the safest I had ever been in my entire life. When you suffered the heart attack, the wait almost killed me. I was barely alive."

Vincent did not know what to think of that confession all he knew was that he was on the verge of tears and that even onw more word would tip him over the cliff. he noticed that Dylan's breathing had fastened and had shallowed. Was he crying too? It was enough for Vincent to lose it all. The overwhelming urge to hold Dylan and never ever let him was not letting him think straight. He let himself go. In that moment he cried. Like he had never. He had begged to Dylan. To never leave him, to never let him stay away. To never let him leave him. All the time Dyan did nothing but kept saying Vincent's name over and over again. Vincent had no idea what had gotten into him but all he wanted was Dylan. He felt like he could do anything for him and it would still never be enough because his angel deserved the world and all he could give up was himself and his love, he had no idea what Dylan actually wanted from him but he knew that if he asked for his heart, Vincent would tear open his chest and rip it out himself. He was not bragging but he was rather saying the truth.