Beyond Darkness

Heartache

Vincent~

He watched as his angel was skipping around his house. Smiling at things and staring at painting and making funny comments about them. They had taken a nap together on the couch and he had woken up without his angel. It made him anxious until he heard the noise of the TV and his angel positioned in front of it with heaps of blankets. How did he get so many? Maybe he had asked one of the servants. Their servants had a really peculiar timing. He might be behaving normally but he did observe the intense wave of anxiety that had caught him when ever Vincent was around. It made him a little anxious too. He did not want his angel to hate him. He had finally understood what he was really feeling for him. He was making things right. He wanted him to trust Vincent.

He had sat down next to him, with a little distance but his angel had slid next to him and had offered the blanket which had been around his shoulders. Vincent had politely denied and took up a different blanket, as to respect his boundaries. Vincent was trying to make sense of the movie going on but he had no clue. Then he asked his angel what was the movie was about and he looked at him with a weird expression. "You've never seen this?"

He just shook his head and then he listened to his guy explaining every movie ever made in the franchise and about each and every character in detail, even things that he didn't want to know. So after an overload of information he urged his angel to stop going on and on about the movie's second part when the part they were watching was maybe 5th.

He took a deep breath and then wandered off to his bedroom to take a shower. He stepped into the bathroom and shrugged his clothes off. He turned on the shower first to create some steam and then went and stood under the stream. With the hot water cascading off his back reminiscence of his past came back to him in flashes.

He was suddenly feeling guilty all over again. One instance of those fearful green eyes had made him come undone. He had remembered the same look someone had given him which had broken him into pieces, but that had not ended well. He turned the shower off to lather and after he was satisfied that he had gotten almost every place he turned on the shower again and washed up. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked out of the bathroom. Green Eyes.

Green eyes were staring at him with an earnest expression in them. "Dylan?" He asked. He realised it was the first time he had addressed him with his first name. It made him shiver. First names for Vincent were intimate. He now shared an intimacy with someone, especially the one he admired the most. It made his heart warm up. He suddenly felt an ache in his chest. He breathed through the pain as the pain now transformed into a pricking sensation. His chest started contracting and he lost the rhythm of his breath as it went spiralling out of control. He grabbed on to the door for support but could not handle the shooting pain in his left arm. Was he?

Maybe.

He managed to look up at Dylan but he was already there by his side, his fingers on his wrist pressing, taking his pulse. He wanted to tell him where the medical kit was but he couldn't bring himself to speak and the pain had also spread to his jaw. Dylan made him sit against the door and asked him to try and cough with all his might. Vincent was not getting dizzy. He was still trying to cough. Dylan disappeared and then came back and pushed a small tablet in Vincent's mouth. He asked him to slowly chew on it.

The tablet was helping a little but the pain wasn't getting any better but he knew he had to stay awake. For Dylan's sake. Everything after that was a blur. All he remembered was Dylan's voice calling out his name after everything went black, his last though... forgive me.

Hours Later~

His head hurt. He tried to open his eyes but that also hurt. There was a distinct beeping sound which started beeping louder and louder until he felt someone come in and the beeping went back to distinct again. He felt something pressed against his chest, then it disappeared too. What was happening? Where was he? He had no memory whatsoever and thinking about it hurt him more. He felt someone speaking to him. He could not register a single word and then even the voices dropped down as he felt a small pinch in his arm as the sleep came over again.

"Vincent..." a small whisper brought him back to conscience. His name. No one ever used his name, except... he tried to move his head when he felt a warm palm on his forehead. "It's me.." the voice said.

Dylan... he felt relief seep into his soul as hie felt Dylan's fingers caress his face. He slowly leaned into his touch and he felt a smile through Dylan's breathing. He was here. He was okay. He was with Dylan or maybe it was Dylan who was with him. He hadn't run away? All he could think of was of Dylan. He longed to see those green eyes stare up at him again, he wanted them to accuse him of not watching the greatest movies of all time, he wanted to lose himself in that wide eyed gaze. He wanted to talk to him. He felt that pull again. He felt tired. Exhausted. He had no succes idea fo how long it had been but he didn't really want to know either. He knew he could survive this if Dylan was there. All he wanted and wished for was Dylan to be real and be with him when he woke up next. He breathed deeply and felt the darkness close in. He tried to speak but only a hoarse whisper came out, "Dylan.."