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Title: Do You Care?
Author: Emelie
Pairing: Gerard Way/Jeph Howard
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Gerard wakes up, Jeph is gone.
Note: This is a sequel to Will tomorrow Be The Same?, if anyone remember that story, I wrote it back in December last year. I had some serious doubt in this story, it's been lying around in my room for a few months, but I decided finish it now. A huge thank you to marre_barre, for making me believe in my writing again after my minor again breakdown over this fic, and to youthstate for beta. You two rock!
This is not true and I don't own the characters. My mind under influences by a study trip to Gothenburg came up with this.
Also a little more information to understand this, The Used does not exist, but MCR does. Jeph is a fan of MCR and he is around 19 years old. Gerard is around 21.
Will Tomorrow Be The Same?- Jeph's POV, I recommend you to read that before moving on with this story...
... that is in Gerard's POV
The bright morning light stings my eyelids. That's why I always make sure that the curtains are closed before I go to bed, the morning sun is evil. But apparently I forgot that last night. I stretch my arm over to the other side of the bed, searching for the other man I know should be sleeping there. I hate how they always used to write in books that the characters have to think about what happened the night before to remember what they did than. I don't know about others, but I always know right when I wake up what I need to know about the previous day, and if I don't remember it I won't later either.
So I don't have to think to know that Jeph should be sleeping on the other side of the bed. And that makes it even worse to find that nothing meets my fumbling hand but sheets. Defeated I open my eyes, the evil morning sun has won.
The first thing I notice when my eyes open is the scarf I gave him almost two days ago to keep him from getting too cold. It is draped over my chest, like he put it there with great care. I lift up the scarf to my face and sniff it curiously to see if it hides any signs of him. But it doesn't.
I glare wildly at the sun, it's all its fault.
Hopelessly I throw myself back down at the pillows. We are not leaving until late today and I'm not planning on getting out of bed the nearest hours, if this day will go on be this mean to me.
I had been so happy when I saw him again, that night when he got the scarf. Even though he didn't believe me I actually had missed him. I can't count the times I blamed myself for not calling him and let so much time pass that I didn't dare call again. I liked him, I really did. And I still do. But I guess this is the way it's supposed to be.
The quiet sound of pouring water disturbs my self pity. The sharp sound slits into my mind and makes it impossible for my brain to work. With a sigh I sit up, resting my head at my knees.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I mumble to myself, like a mantra to block out the sound and the evil light, which now is lighting up the whole room. But the sun won't stop shining and the water won't stop dripping.
Suddenly I realise that the sound of the water comes from the bathroom in my hotel room, not the one beside mine as I thought. I guess my talent for remembering things from the day before makes my brain work slower when it’s registering what is happening right now.
I get up from the bed and sneaks towards the bathroom. Jeph's jacket is still hanging beside the door. This was complicated, too complicated for my brain to get. But everything with Jeph was complicated, at least this far.
To my relief he left the bathroom door unlocked. This could be just an innocent thing for him to do, but I knew his indications were to leave.
I open the door quietly and sneak inside. The small room is foggy and hot, like a sauna. He must have been in here a long time.
I can see his body's soft curves through the shower curtains around the shower. I sit down on the toilet seat and watch him. He has his back to me and doesn't seem to have noticed that I have come into the room yet.
I grab one of the hotel's big, white towels with the hotel logotype embroidered on it.
"Jeph?" It comes out much more quiet than it was supposed to, at least he doesn't seem to hear. "Jeph!"
He jumps around and looks at me like I just scared him to death, than he remembers that he is naked and he tries to cover himself. He turns of the water and after that he reaches out to grab a towel, still trying to cover himself, with just one hand and the shower curtains. I give him the towel and he wraps it around his wet body.
He sits down with his back against the wall in front of me, with the towel around his shoulders making is cover his whole body as he pulls up his legs to his chest. He looks scared and insecure. He has given me the impression that he's always secure and knows what he is doing, but apparently not now.
"I thought you had left," I say slowly. He keeps his gaze at the floor, like he doesn't want to look at me, or as if he's scared to. He looks like a big snowball with that towel, a snowball with a head.
"I thought I was going too," he says quietly.
"But you didn't?"
He shrugs, "I couldn't, but I wanted to. At least I think I wanted to," he sighs. "I was going to if you didn't wake up before I was done in the shower." He looks so pathetic, like a little kid that has been yelled at by his mother for stealing cookies.
"Do you care?" he whispers shyly.
"Care about what?"
"Me..."
"I do, I do care about you."
"But I'm just a fan like everyone else. You can take me, do whatever you want to me and I would be grateful."
"No you wouldn't, and you wouldn't let me do it."
"True," he smiles slightly, but barely noticeable.
"See, you're not like all other fans. I could've taken any of those girls at the concert and fuck them senseless, but how much fun is that?" I get quiet. He doesn't look at the floor anymore, he's looking up at me, and it looks like a bit of his security has come back.
"Do you know how happy I was to find you again?" I move down to the floor, so I'm sitting in front of him. He shakes his head.
"I've been thinking about calling you for so long, but I didn't dare..." I look up at him, his face isn't wet from the shower anymore and his hair has started to dry. "This seemed like a second chance... to get back to you. You're not like any other fan, you're a real person. Do you think I ever would have talked to you more than a minute at first if I didn't like you? Do you think I would have kissed you that time if I didn't like you? I'm not like that..."
He shakes his head slowly, he doesn’t think I am like that or at least he doesn’t want to think so.
I let my hand lightly stroke his chin, making him look at me. "Do you care?"
He looks up at me with his dark brown eyes, meeting my lighter brown ones. They're dark and smooth like the water of a cold wood lake.
"Don't know. I don't want to," he drops his gaze. My hand falls from his cheek, if he is going to be like that he should have left at once. "I don't dare to care," he looks up again, his wood lakes eyes now filled with sadness. "I just think you will hurt me again."
"I won't," I try to sound more secure than I am, "I was too happy finding you again to lose you once more."
"But it's not just that. I don't dare to like you because you are who you are," he takes a deep breath. "Maybe it's just a character you created that I like?"
"That question it's just you who has the answer to. But I can help you find out... if you're not leaving?"
"I'm staying."
For the first time that day I can smile and mean it, and I do. I smile and I hug the damp human in front of me, destroying his snowball shell. He hugs me back, a little surprised at first. But I can feel how he's smiling too.
"How long are you staying here?" he asks.
"We're not leaving until eight sometime tonight." To me it feels like a long period of time for staying at one place, but to him it's probably nothing.
"Do you have any clothes I can borrow today? Mine like, stink."
"Stink? You haven't been on tour, right?" I smile at him, "and besides, I don't think you need more clothes than you already have."
"It's cold," he puts.
"If you say so..." I get up and walk out of the bathroom. The cold air in the rest of the hotel room hits me like a wave. Air that really isn't that cold just compared to the sauna in the bathroom. Maybe clothes weren't that bad idea. I get dressed before picking out the biggest clothes I have in my bag for him. Not that he is really tall or big, but he's taller than I am.
He is standing with his back to me, drying his hair with the towel showing me his tattooed body as I get back. I drop the clothes down at the toilet seat and take a quick step into the small room, wrapping my arms around his naked waist. He turns his head around surprised.
"I couldn't resist,” I smile and place a kiss at his shoulder before releasing him. "I hope the clothes will fit and I still think you would look much better walking around naked."
He laughs and shakes his head slightly, like I'm crazy. I leave the bathroom again. The scarf is still lying on the bed. I pick it up and hang it around my neck before I go out on the little balcony and light a cigarette. The cold autumn wind blows right through my clothes. Jeph comes out to me a minute later. He has his arms wrapped around himself, to try to protect his body from the cold wind.
"You shouldn't smoke," he says.
"I know."
"Then stop."
"I don't want to."
He sights and puts his arms at the balcony parapet, looking down at the street and the cars below.
"You can die," he says to the bus stop outside the hotel entrance.
"Maybe I want to die," I'm standing beside him, looking down at a red Volvo that is driving by.
"I don't want you do die," I feel his arm reaching out around my back and he pulls me to his side. I rest my head at his shoulder, taking a last drag at my cigarette before throwing it over the edge of the balcony, smiling to myself. His closeness and his touch give me hope. Suddenly the irritating sound of a ringing cell phone reaches to us through the half-open door behind us. Jeph lets go of me and hurries into the room. I follow him slowly, closing the door to the cold world outside.
"I don't know," I hear him say into the small phone. "Tonight sometime... In town." I bet it's his mum or dad he's talking to, it sounds like a typical parent to child conversation. "No one you know."
I sit down at the bed, looking at him.
"No. No. Yes. Bye." He hangs up.
"Interesting conversation," I smile.
"Yeah... just my mum who wanted me to come home."
"You should move away."
"I want to, but I don't have enough money," he throws himself down at the bed beside me, "do you still live with your parents?"
"At those rare times I'm at home, yes."
"See, you shouldn't say anything! And, you're older than me."
"Just two years!"
"You're an old man," he smirks.
"I'm not!" I try to hit his arm, but he moves away too quickly. I roll over at my side so I'm facing him. "We should move in together."
"And we have known each other for like two days?"
"Or a half year, it depends on how you see it. I mean in the future, stupid."
He wrinkles his nose cheekily at me. It looks so cute I can't resist closing the space between us and give him a kiss. His two cold lip piercings touching my lip slightly, sending a pleasant shiver through my body.
I break the kiss after a little while, looking down at him. He smiles slight, his cold wood lake eyes have now melted and are warmly golden brown and shining. I take the scarf off from around my neck, putting it around his instead. Lifting his head from the bed so I can get the long piece of fabric in place.
"I told you to keep this," I smile and kiss him again. "How's your stomach today?"
"Better, but it still hurts."
"I can be careful."
He puts his arms around my neck and pushes me down towards him, kissing me again. I pull up the black Thursday t-shirt he borrowed from me, exposing his now black and blue stomach. I kiss the bruises slowly, barely touching him so it won't hurt.
"Next time," I say to his stomach, ”I’ll make you stand beside the stage, so it won't look like someone tried to kill you." I move back up to his mouth again, kissing him deeply and more forceful than before. He moans slightly into my mouth, pushing his body up to meet mine.
This day turned out a lot better than I ever would have imagined when I woke up this morning.
*
My hand plays with Jeph's dark hair, circling around the dyed lighter parts. He is asleep, resting his head against my chest. It makes me feel so content having him here with me. I stroke my hand down his naked chest, feeling it rise and fall with his slow, rhythmic breaths.
The clock beside the bed tells me that it soon will be time to wake up the sleeping beauty in my arms, weather I want to or not. I would be happy staying here for the rest of my life, but the outside world wants other things. It expects so much more of me than staying in a hotel bed, cuddling with the most beautiful young man I met yet in my life.
I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him like he is the little bit of floating wood that saves me form the sinking ship. I kiss his forehead, his skin cold to my hot lips. He moves a bit in his sleep, but without waking up. I bend my head closer to his ear, touching the piercings in it.
"Time to wake up..."
His eyes opens slowly, like he's hesitating, scared to see what will wait on the other side of the thin skin of his eyelids. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.
"Good morning," he yawns.
"I wouldn't call it morning, but whatever suits you, "I smile.
He stretches tiredly, his naked skin rubbing against mine.
"You have to go soon," I whisper sadly, my hand making circles at his right upper arm. He slides further down under the sheets and buries his face into my stomach.
"I don't want to," his nose pokes into the soft flesh of my stomach, tickling me. During other circumstances I would have laughed.
"I don't want you to either..."
He crawls back up from under the sheet, sitting up in my lap.
"I can come with you."
"No, you can't, you know that is impossible. You have your life, I have mine..." His sad brown eyes burns holes in my head, leaving holes that never will heal.
"I know," he rests his head at my shoulder.
"We'll meet again soon."
I feel him nod, barely noticeable. "Do you promise you won't disappear again?"
"I promise." This time won't be as the last, I know it and I hope he knows too. He lifts his head slowly, facing me again.
"I'll call you as soon as I get home, " he smiles, slightly.
"I'm already looking forward to that call," I smile back.
He rests his forehead against mine, "do you care?"
"I do. I like you very much, Jeph and I do care about you."
"I like you too. So much that my stomach hurts." I laugh softly, poking his bruised stomach. It's dark outside now and the room is filled with a dim light from the street lamps outside.
Jeph gives me a soft kiss before he gets out of bed, getting dressed in his own clothes this time. The light from outside makes his skin glow in a ghostlike, but beautiful way. Slowly I follow him out from the warm shelter in the bed, getting dressed to build up a new shelter towards the outside world.
He helps me pack the things I managed to spread all over the room during the few days I've been here, until the room looks clean and neutral again, like it was when I arrived. Like nothing ever happened here. With a last glance at the empty room we leave, hand in hand.
I squeeze his hand hard, not wanting to let go and leave him alone. We will meet soon again, but soon is a very different concept.
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Author: Emelie
Pairing: Gerard Way/Jeph Howard
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When Gerard wakes up, Jeph is gone.
Note: This is a sequel to Will tomorrow Be The Same?, if anyone remember that story, I wrote it back in December last year. I had some serious doubt in this story, it's been lying around in my room for a few months, but I decided finish it now. A huge thank you to marre_barre, for making me believe in my writing again after my minor again breakdown over this fic, and to youthstate for beta. You two rock!
This is not true and I don't own the characters. My mind under influences by a study trip to Gothenburg came up with this.
Also a little more information to understand this, The Used does not exist, but MCR does. Jeph is a fan of MCR and he is around 19 years old. Gerard is around 21.
Will Tomorrow Be The Same?- Jeph's POV, I recommend you to read that before moving on with this story...
... that is in Gerard's POV
The bright morning light stings my eyelids. That's why I always make sure that the curtains are closed before I go to bed, the morning sun is evil. But apparently I forgot that last night. I stretch my arm over to the other side of the bed, searching for the other man I know should be sleeping there. I hate how they always used to write in books that the characters have to think about what happened the night before to remember what they did than. I don't know about others, but I always know right when I wake up what I need to know about the previous day, and if I don't remember it I won't later either.
So I don't have to think to know that Jeph should be sleeping on the other side of the bed. And that makes it even worse to find that nothing meets my fumbling hand but sheets. Defeated I open my eyes, the evil morning sun has won.
The first thing I notice when my eyes open is the scarf I gave him almost two days ago to keep him from getting too cold. It is draped over my chest, like he put it there with great care. I lift up the scarf to my face and sniff it curiously to see if it hides any signs of him. But it doesn't.
I glare wildly at the sun, it's all its fault.
Hopelessly I throw myself back down at the pillows. We are not leaving until late today and I'm not planning on getting out of bed the nearest hours, if this day will go on be this mean to me.
I had been so happy when I saw him again, that night when he got the scarf. Even though he didn't believe me I actually had missed him. I can't count the times I blamed myself for not calling him and let so much time pass that I didn't dare call again. I liked him, I really did. And I still do. But I guess this is the way it's supposed to be.
The quiet sound of pouring water disturbs my self pity. The sharp sound slits into my mind and makes it impossible for my brain to work. With a sigh I sit up, resting my head at my knees.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I mumble to myself, like a mantra to block out the sound and the evil light, which now is lighting up the whole room. But the sun won't stop shining and the water won't stop dripping.
Suddenly I realise that the sound of the water comes from the bathroom in my hotel room, not the one beside mine as I thought. I guess my talent for remembering things from the day before makes my brain work slower when it’s registering what is happening right now.
I get up from the bed and sneaks towards the bathroom. Jeph's jacket is still hanging beside the door. This was complicated, too complicated for my brain to get. But everything with Jeph was complicated, at least this far.
To my relief he left the bathroom door unlocked. This could be just an innocent thing for him to do, but I knew his indications were to leave.
I open the door quietly and sneak inside. The small room is foggy and hot, like a sauna. He must have been in here a long time.
I can see his body's soft curves through the shower curtains around the shower. I sit down on the toilet seat and watch him. He has his back to me and doesn't seem to have noticed that I have come into the room yet.
I grab one of the hotel's big, white towels with the hotel logotype embroidered on it.
"Jeph?" It comes out much more quiet than it was supposed to, at least he doesn't seem to hear. "Jeph!"
He jumps around and looks at me like I just scared him to death, than he remembers that he is naked and he tries to cover himself. He turns of the water and after that he reaches out to grab a towel, still trying to cover himself, with just one hand and the shower curtains. I give him the towel and he wraps it around his wet body.
He sits down with his back against the wall in front of me, with the towel around his shoulders making is cover his whole body as he pulls up his legs to his chest. He looks scared and insecure. He has given me the impression that he's always secure and knows what he is doing, but apparently not now.
"I thought you had left," I say slowly. He keeps his gaze at the floor, like he doesn't want to look at me, or as if he's scared to. He looks like a big snowball with that towel, a snowball with a head.
"I thought I was going too," he says quietly.
"But you didn't?"
He shrugs, "I couldn't, but I wanted to. At least I think I wanted to," he sighs. "I was going to if you didn't wake up before I was done in the shower." He looks so pathetic, like a little kid that has been yelled at by his mother for stealing cookies.
"Do you care?" he whispers shyly.
"Care about what?"
"Me..."
"I do, I do care about you."
"But I'm just a fan like everyone else. You can take me, do whatever you want to me and I would be grateful."
"No you wouldn't, and you wouldn't let me do it."
"True," he smiles slightly, but barely noticeable.
"See, you're not like all other fans. I could've taken any of those girls at the concert and fuck them senseless, but how much fun is that?" I get quiet. He doesn't look at the floor anymore, he's looking up at me, and it looks like a bit of his security has come back.
"Do you know how happy I was to find you again?" I move down to the floor, so I'm sitting in front of him. He shakes his head.
"I've been thinking about calling you for so long, but I didn't dare..." I look up at him, his face isn't wet from the shower anymore and his hair has started to dry. "This seemed like a second chance... to get back to you. You're not like any other fan, you're a real person. Do you think I ever would have talked to you more than a minute at first if I didn't like you? Do you think I would have kissed you that time if I didn't like you? I'm not like that..."
He shakes his head slowly, he doesn’t think I am like that or at least he doesn’t want to think so.
I let my hand lightly stroke his chin, making him look at me. "Do you care?"
He looks up at me with his dark brown eyes, meeting my lighter brown ones. They're dark and smooth like the water of a cold wood lake.
"Don't know. I don't want to," he drops his gaze. My hand falls from his cheek, if he is going to be like that he should have left at once. "I don't dare to care," he looks up again, his wood lakes eyes now filled with sadness. "I just think you will hurt me again."
"I won't," I try to sound more secure than I am, "I was too happy finding you again to lose you once more."
"But it's not just that. I don't dare to like you because you are who you are," he takes a deep breath. "Maybe it's just a character you created that I like?"
"That question it's just you who has the answer to. But I can help you find out... if you're not leaving?"
"I'm staying."
For the first time that day I can smile and mean it, and I do. I smile and I hug the damp human in front of me, destroying his snowball shell. He hugs me back, a little surprised at first. But I can feel how he's smiling too.
"How long are you staying here?" he asks.
"We're not leaving until eight sometime tonight." To me it feels like a long period of time for staying at one place, but to him it's probably nothing.
"Do you have any clothes I can borrow today? Mine like, stink."
"Stink? You haven't been on tour, right?" I smile at him, "and besides, I don't think you need more clothes than you already have."
"It's cold," he puts.
"If you say so..." I get up and walk out of the bathroom. The cold air in the rest of the hotel room hits me like a wave. Air that really isn't that cold just compared to the sauna in the bathroom. Maybe clothes weren't that bad idea. I get dressed before picking out the biggest clothes I have in my bag for him. Not that he is really tall or big, but he's taller than I am.
He is standing with his back to me, drying his hair with the towel showing me his tattooed body as I get back. I drop the clothes down at the toilet seat and take a quick step into the small room, wrapping my arms around his naked waist. He turns his head around surprised.
"I couldn't resist,” I smile and place a kiss at his shoulder before releasing him. "I hope the clothes will fit and I still think you would look much better walking around naked."
He laughs and shakes his head slightly, like I'm crazy. I leave the bathroom again. The scarf is still lying on the bed. I pick it up and hang it around my neck before I go out on the little balcony and light a cigarette. The cold autumn wind blows right through my clothes. Jeph comes out to me a minute later. He has his arms wrapped around himself, to try to protect his body from the cold wind.
"You shouldn't smoke," he says.
"I know."
"Then stop."
"I don't want to."
He sights and puts his arms at the balcony parapet, looking down at the street and the cars below.
"You can die," he says to the bus stop outside the hotel entrance.
"Maybe I want to die," I'm standing beside him, looking down at a red Volvo that is driving by.
"I don't want you do die," I feel his arm reaching out around my back and he pulls me to his side. I rest my head at his shoulder, taking a last drag at my cigarette before throwing it over the edge of the balcony, smiling to myself. His closeness and his touch give me hope. Suddenly the irritating sound of a ringing cell phone reaches to us through the half-open door behind us. Jeph lets go of me and hurries into the room. I follow him slowly, closing the door to the cold world outside.
"I don't know," I hear him say into the small phone. "Tonight sometime... In town." I bet it's his mum or dad he's talking to, it sounds like a typical parent to child conversation. "No one you know."
I sit down at the bed, looking at him.
"No. No. Yes. Bye." He hangs up.
"Interesting conversation," I smile.
"Yeah... just my mum who wanted me to come home."
"You should move away."
"I want to, but I don't have enough money," he throws himself down at the bed beside me, "do you still live with your parents?"
"At those rare times I'm at home, yes."
"See, you shouldn't say anything! And, you're older than me."
"Just two years!"
"You're an old man," he smirks.
"I'm not!" I try to hit his arm, but he moves away too quickly. I roll over at my side so I'm facing him. "We should move in together."
"And we have known each other for like two days?"
"Or a half year, it depends on how you see it. I mean in the future, stupid."
He wrinkles his nose cheekily at me. It looks so cute I can't resist closing the space between us and give him a kiss. His two cold lip piercings touching my lip slightly, sending a pleasant shiver through my body.
I break the kiss after a little while, looking down at him. He smiles slight, his cold wood lake eyes have now melted and are warmly golden brown and shining. I take the scarf off from around my neck, putting it around his instead. Lifting his head from the bed so I can get the long piece of fabric in place.
"I told you to keep this," I smile and kiss him again. "How's your stomach today?"
"Better, but it still hurts."
"I can be careful."
He puts his arms around my neck and pushes me down towards him, kissing me again. I pull up the black Thursday t-shirt he borrowed from me, exposing his now black and blue stomach. I kiss the bruises slowly, barely touching him so it won't hurt.
"Next time," I say to his stomach, ”I’ll make you stand beside the stage, so it won't look like someone tried to kill you." I move back up to his mouth again, kissing him deeply and more forceful than before. He moans slightly into my mouth, pushing his body up to meet mine.
This day turned out a lot better than I ever would have imagined when I woke up this morning.
*
My hand plays with Jeph's dark hair, circling around the dyed lighter parts. He is asleep, resting his head against my chest. It makes me feel so content having him here with me. I stroke my hand down his naked chest, feeling it rise and fall with his slow, rhythmic breaths.
The clock beside the bed tells me that it soon will be time to wake up the sleeping beauty in my arms, weather I want to or not. I would be happy staying here for the rest of my life, but the outside world wants other things. It expects so much more of me than staying in a hotel bed, cuddling with the most beautiful young man I met yet in my life.
I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him like he is the little bit of floating wood that saves me form the sinking ship. I kiss his forehead, his skin cold to my hot lips. He moves a bit in his sleep, but without waking up. I bend my head closer to his ear, touching the piercings in it.
"Time to wake up..."
His eyes opens slowly, like he's hesitating, scared to see what will wait on the other side of the thin skin of his eyelids. His eyes meet mine and he smiles.
"Good morning," he yawns.
"I wouldn't call it morning, but whatever suits you, "I smile.
He stretches tiredly, his naked skin rubbing against mine.
"You have to go soon," I whisper sadly, my hand making circles at his right upper arm. He slides further down under the sheets and buries his face into my stomach.
"I don't want to," his nose pokes into the soft flesh of my stomach, tickling me. During other circumstances I would have laughed.
"I don't want you to either..."
He crawls back up from under the sheet, sitting up in my lap.
"I can come with you."
"No, you can't, you know that is impossible. You have your life, I have mine..." His sad brown eyes burns holes in my head, leaving holes that never will heal.
"I know," he rests his head at my shoulder.
"We'll meet again soon."
I feel him nod, barely noticeable. "Do you promise you won't disappear again?"
"I promise." This time won't be as the last, I know it and I hope he knows too. He lifts his head slowly, facing me again.
"I'll call you as soon as I get home, " he smiles, slightly.
"I'm already looking forward to that call," I smile back.
He rests his forehead against mine, "do you care?"
"I do. I like you very much, Jeph and I do care about you."
"I like you too. So much that my stomach hurts." I laugh softly, poking his bruised stomach. It's dark outside now and the room is filled with a dim light from the street lamps outside.
Jeph gives me a soft kiss before he gets out of bed, getting dressed in his own clothes this time. The light from outside makes his skin glow in a ghostlike, but beautiful way. Slowly I follow him out from the warm shelter in the bed, getting dressed to build up a new shelter towards the outside world.
He helps me pack the things I managed to spread all over the room during the few days I've been here, until the room looks clean and neutral again, like it was when I arrived. Like nothing ever happened here. With a last glance at the empty room we leave, hand in hand.
I squeeze his hand hard, not wanting to let go and leave him alone. We will meet soon again, but soon is a very different concept.
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