Crowded Spaces (Empty Halls sequel) *BoyxBoy*

Chapter 2

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"I can't eat, can't sleep, coulda been a bigger man. Damn" -Matchbox Twenty.

*Azel's POV*

I wasn't sure how long I'd been laying there. Cuddled up to his chest, his arms held tight around me, holding me as closely as he could. Sleep's embrace over took him long ago, but had forsaken me to my thoughts.

Staring at the small scar that had kept me alive, visions of the first time I almost lost him soared throughout my head. Never before had I seen so much blood, and never again did I want too.

If he hadn't been there that night, I wouldn't be here right now. The very thought made me sick. To know that I had a father so ashamed of his son, that he would raise a gun against me, made my very blood run cold.

I felt like I had caused the scar. That if it wasn't for me, there wouldn't be the slightest scratch on this perfectly sculpted body before me. He hated when I dwelled on it, though. Telling me over and over that if it meant keeping me alive, he'd take a million bullets.

"Are you okay?"

Thinking he was asleep, his words caught me completely off guard.

"I thought you were passed out."

"I was. Your shaking woke me up."

I hadn't even realized my body was moving. Pushing the previous thoughts from my mind, I tried to calm the trembling that had over taken my body.

"What's wrong, Zel?"

Normally, him calling me by the nickname he had given me would make me smile, but this time it failed to do its purpose. I hated how my mind would work sometimes, focusing to much on the past, and everything that happened between us.

Bringing my hand up, I brushed it across the scar, silently telling him what consumed my mind. Sighing softly, I felt his lips touch my forehead before he started speaking.

"You've got to let it go babe. Its there, and no amount of wishing it wasn't will make it go away."

I knew he was right, and that I should just accept it, but knowing that it was there because of me still hit close to home. He may have a scar on his chest, but because of that bullet, I had one in my mind.

Pulling my face up to his, I felt his lips brush against mine as he climbed over and stopped ontop of me.

"Look at me."

Following his command, I brought my eyes up, locking them with the soft blue ones before me. Time and time again I would lose myself in them, and this, was no exception.

"Azel, you can't keep blaming yourself for this."

"I know, its just-"

"Your dad was an Idiot. For him not to see how amazing you are is his loss, but the more you dwell on this, the more power your giving him."

I had started to speak, to tell him he was right, but I never got the chance. His lips pushed against mine, stealing every word, and every thought before they could take root.

Hearing a crash downstairs, he pulled himself from me and jumped from the bed. Following his movements, we silently descended the staircase and headed to where the sound had taken place.

"Wait here, I'll go check and see what happened."

I wanted to object, but by the time the words had taken form, he had already walked away, leaving me by the stairs. I grew more and more nervous as each second when by, tapping my foot in an attempt to keep me calm.