Every Two Year

Prologue

A/N: Hi everyone! I hope you all will enjoy this tiny little book of mine, I'm not sure if it's going to be a long one or not but it might be a bit slowburn and other than that some events and dates might not be very accurate to the real ones.

⚠️TW: this book contains eating disorders and abusive relationships, if you don't feel comfortable reading things like that I wouldn't recommend you to read this, best wishes.

-D

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Future:

I climbed up the stairs in a hurry, I missed him more than I thought I would. All the nights I spent looking for him in strangers' faces, flashed back before my eyes as I walked down the hallway that I had memorized after all those years.  My foot led me to the familiar room, 505. I did't take the keys out of my pocket, I knew he was inside. I inhaled deeply right before I lifted my fist to knock at the door, with the same way we always did to signal it was us behind the door. Three fast knocks to the middle and two slow on either side. I heard him getting up from the floor. He sighed just before opening the door, he had a smile across his lips but his eyes were all red, I could see that he cried. The deep brown eyes which I know was able to shine through any light was now all sunken, there wasn't anything I hated more to see, sorrow had never suited him.

I didn't hesitate to wrap my arm around his neck in attempt to both comfort myself and him. His scent which I used to call home was once again wrapped around me. I shut my eyes firmly and preyed that I could remember this moment exactly; his scent, how he had his arms around me... We stepped inside not parting from each other. I held him in my arms a little bit more only to let him go again.

The hotel room was dimly lit by only the moonlight reflecting through the small window. I looked at the rather taller man standing right in front of me, he did not speak but I never needed words to understand what was happening beneath the charade he always seemed to put up. I kept looking right into his enchanting eyes, it wasn't possible for me to take my eyes off him, he was magnetizing. He opened his mouth for a second but no words came out, he always knew the right things to say in every situation but now he seemd to lack the words. I didn't know what to say either. He was crumbling right in front of me and there was nothing I could do about it. 

I stepped closer to him, our faces were now only few inches apart, my hands quickly found their home round his neck, I got up on my toes and reached for his lips. I slightly shut my eyes and pressed my lips against his slowly. I smiled at the familiar taste and felt him smile against my lips as well. "For old times sake." he mumbled only leaving a tiny gap between our lips, "For old times sake." I repeat after him, and kept repeating inside my head, I stepped away from him a little bit to be able to see his face fully. For old times sake.

For a second I wondered if there was ever going to be the right time for us which we kept cashing all those years. Another warm tear slid down my face, he stepped towards me and cupped my face with both of his hands and wiped the tear off my face with his thumb. I always hated getting teary and being vulnerable in front of people but it was never scary to exhibit my emotions around him, I knew he heard the words I did not speak of just as I did. I pressed my forehead against his chest after feeling the guilt rush through my veins. He rested his chin on top of my head and  whispered...

"Please don't greet me with goodbye."