The Call of the Void

The Call of the Void- Chapter 13- Visualize a Monster

Eddie immediately stops fighting. Is Seamus right? Has he been treating Aleks like a freaking and that's what pushed him away? All of Seamus' other statements sound like utter bullshit, but there is a glimmer of truth to that one. “Is that really what he feels like? A freak?”

“Isn't it your responsibility to know? You're his best friend, aren't you? You're in love with him, aren't you?”

He's right. As much of a dick as he's being about the situation, he's right. He should know how Aleks is feeling because it's his job as a best friend to know. He's horrible. It's his fault that Aleks is gone who knows where and feeling like absolute shit. And he claims to be in love with this guy...

“I didn't know-”

“That's precisely the problem, isn't it? You didn't know. I probably know more about Aleks' current state than you have the entire duration of your friendship and I've barely known him for a month. What does that say about you two?”

Eddie hangs his head, his hands loosening from their tightly clenched fists. “Is he okay? When he's with you?”

Seamus narrows his eyes at him. “You really love him, don't you?”

Eddie nods slowly. “He's all I have.”

Slowly, Seamus stands from his chair. His hand moves to touch Eddie's shoulder reassuringly. “He cares about you too, you know. Don't ever doubt that.” His touch is soft, nothing like the harsh grip Eddie was expecting.

Seamus walks out just as Eddie tears hit the floor.

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His channel is as dry as a desert. He hasn't left his room in days. The most interaction he's had is Dan being nice enough to bring him food and water when he actually feels like eating. Other than that, Jordan has just been lying on his bed, staring at the wall and wasting away.

They still haven't found Monica's ring at the crime scene, not that Jordan is expecting it to turn up. Her killer probably stole it and sold it or something. He's got the ring box in his hand, twisting it by the corners until his fingers are raw. All he can see is her lifeless face when he closes his eyes and he wakes up in the morning hoping it's all just some twisted nightmare.

She's gone.

He can't breathe without her. He can't even consider the thought of breathing or thinking or eating or sleeping or existing until he knows that she's alive. He can't even considering going on until he knows that she's okay. He just can't-

In a flash of fury, he throws the ring box against the wall. It's made a chip in the paint and it's only a matter of time before their landlord sees it and charges them for it, but he can't fucking care. The love of his life is nothing more than a corpse on a slab and there's no fucking way he can be okay with it. He crushes the pillow in his arms even harder against his chest as he ducks his head into it to muffle his sobs.