Sylus woke up. He woke up wanting Jeron. He knew his wife and son were right down the hall, but something about them… His mind raced with thoughts of Jeron and someone else he could barely recall. Like a memory scratching at the back of his mind. There was someone he was forgetting… Someone who wasn’t here… Someone very important… Something inside of him told him something was wrong. With his feelings. This place. His wife. His son. Something was wrong with all of it, yet he couldn’t put his finger on it. He somehow knew how the day would go. He’d get up, greet his son at the bathroom, help his wife carry her tins of pancakes out to the car, go to church, fall asleep, wake up to the pastor saying something to him. A warning, a bit of support, something… Something… Always something. Always the same something. it was like he was trapped in a loop. The only thing he could find himself returning to, the one constant in his wandering mind, was Jeron. Without another thought, he threw on a shirt and pants and ran out the door. He ran as quickly as he could into Jeron’s yard. He wrapped his arms around the man and lifted him into a bear hug. Pressing his lips against his neighbours, he felt his heart beating faster and faster. This perfect moment was steadily coming to a painful end. It began to throb with pain. A searing pain crept through his veins. From the tips of his fingers to the core of his body. He felt as though he was on fire. His raging heart and burning skin were enough to bring tears to his eyes. Looking into Jeron’s hazel gaze, he begged and pleaded with himself to stay awake. To stay here. To stay now… But he couldn’t.
“G-good bye, my love,” he wept.
“Wake up, Sylus…” his lover’s voice faded into the darkness.
You’re severely disappointing me, Sylus…