《ONESHOTS》Hello, Stranger II
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"Jeff .... Mmm... Jeff... Jeff... Love JEFF!!!!"
- Bible
Panting he abruptly woke up from a nightmare. Sweat beads formed on sideburns that trickled down his neck. Another bad dream again, another desperate try at calling out to that person. He heaved as he reached for the glass of water and medicine to help him sleep popping it in his mouth.
It's been a month since he had these nightmares, waking up in the middle of the cold winter nights, frozen alone and cold. The empty place beside him felt it up expecting a person was there but there was none.
"Where are you? Love ... Jeffy where are you.. "- Bible
Tears pooled uncontrollably from his eyes, clutching the sheets his heart ached, he felt empty and hollowed out. He was missing something. It was a month ago that his memories came rushing back in a crash.
His head and heart burned he felt that he betrayed the only person that believe in him, and protected him till the very end. It was a sentence worth dying from. How could he forget him?
He crouched down hugging his body tight, he could feel the cold that was creeping into his heart, he cried small sobs hoping that person would come and save him from the hell that he was in he felt like dying.
A month ago ...
Bible floating in a black space, arms wide reaching out for something till' he held on to that pair of hands that felt all too familiar yet foreign to him. But he held on tightly never letting go...
"Bible ... Wake up ... "
A voice deep and sultry called out to him.
"Bible .. Remember the autumn leaves fall..*giggle"
He giggled the sweetest he could listen for hours.
"Bible ... Lookup... It's pretty, the sky is pretty in your eyes..."
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He smiled at the thought of that person trying to be romantic for him.
"Hey Bible ... I miss you "
Unconsciously he replied...
"I know I miss you too.." - Bible
" Bible hey .. "
"Oh, Bible ... You know ... "
"Bible ... Luv yah ... *Giggles"
"I know I love you too ... " - Bible
"Jeff...." - Bible
His heart suddenly hurt as if pierced by millions of needles. His head ached like it was his skull being pressed on. The hand he was holding was no more and it was just all black. Screaming for help with no one to hear him.
He woke up drenched in sweat and had a bad migraine.
"Jeff ..." - Bible
He whispered as tears started to trail his cheeks. He remembered the burst of memories was sometimes unbearable that he could not get up in bed on some occasions. He started to wait on Jeff in that park every day at the same time and place till' a month passed on and still he wasn't able to see even a glimpse of his shadow.
He even tried contacting their old house, phone numbers, and people that he can connect with him but to no avail its as if he vanished from the face of the earth.
Sometimes he goes over his head thinking maybe Jeff was a character in his stories, that he must be going crazy thinking one of his works came to life.
He entered into a state where he could no longer write a single line. He knew he was close to breaking and he wasn't sure if he
could get back out alive.
Present ...
Even after every nightmare he'd wail his heart out and cry, it was still not the same he was still in that same state.
Bible would never miss a day to go to the park. Same bench, same time, same place until the place becomes dark.
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He would ponder on how and what happened to Jeff, and why isn't showing up.
For over a month he felt like shit, what was it gonna be for the following days more.
Still, he waited and sat on that bench.
Waiting ...
Waiting ...
....
At some point, he'd fall asleep on the bench waking up at midnight. It has become a habit that sometimes people thought he was a beggar. With a rough look he grew a beard looking sharp, dark circles evident under his eyes as a result of sleepless nights, and lips chapped because of the cold. Wearing only his brown coat that he remembered was gifted to him by his beloved and the red worn-out scarf that the latter knitted just for him.
He finds comfort in these little things that he had left, the memories of a love that once was there beside him sitting at the very bench where he is now.
Winter had grown colder at Bloomberg and it started to snow, everything covered in a white blanket of snow. Reminding him of the white Lillies he would buy for Jeff.
He smiled to himself and flashbacks made him reminisce about their time together.
He closed his eyes feeling droplets of snow on his face, looking up at the white sky, snow falls slowly as if comforting him telling him it will be alright no matter what.
He felt peace while the drops of snow gave him warmth despite its coldness.
Starting to feel sleepy he closed his eyes, head leaned on the bench as he shuffled comfortably on the bench.
After a few minutes more he felt something shadowing him and the droplets of snow stopped. Opening his eyes he was faced with two familiar brown eyes, staring straight back at him in crescent moons and sparkling light.
"Bible ... Love you'll catch a cold" - Jeff
He said, he smiled like he was the sun. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes as I looked up at him. He was standing behind me as I leaned on the bench my head slightly touching his torso. I can feel the snowflakes gently fall to my face, his fingertips tiptoed on my forehead to my nose like whenever his fingers touch heat leaves traces on them till' they landed on my cheek. He cupped my cheeks with both his palms, sending heat to my face.
He giggled and dipped in for a nose kiss, my tears fell uncontrollably because of it.
"Don't cry love, sshhhhhhh... Don't cry" - Jeff
He wiped it with his thumb and made cooing noises to make me stop. I missed his voice, I missed his touch, I miss his warmth. I miss him, I miss him so that my heart would burst out.
"Je..eff.... " -Bible
"I see you now, Love I see you .. "- Jeff
"Jeff ..."- Bible
All I could was utter his name, I couldn't bring myself to say more. After forgetting everything about him for so long. I felt guilt eat me up.
"Yes, it's me I'm here ... " - Jeff
With a bright and warm smile, a single tear fell on my cheek. The tear that warmed my cold heart that is there to stay.
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A/N
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