Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 102 - Memories

I'm sorry for this short part, I'll try more next time 😂. And also... 🐻 take him. Don't ask me why, just take him. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
I opened my eyes just to see Mark and Jack both trying to calm Tyler down. He was screaming like a mad man, trying to get to Delirious.  Everything seemed to be like on the slow motion for me. Delirious was lying on the ground with lot of blood around, Luke was fixing his gun.

"You motherfucker! I'm gonna get you, you fucking hear me? You're dead!" Tyler screamed, before Luke bashed his head with the gun, causing Tyler to pass out.

Silence surrounded immediately, letting me slowly consume some things. I didn't really know who was he talking to, I didn't even wanted to know. All I could see was the man I loved on the cold ground.

He didn't even have a chance to see how he died, who was his judge, who said his name. I didn't even have a chance to say him my feelings. And he's gone. Just like that, one word, one name.

"Take Delirious to my car, I'll take care of these two," Luke ordered, and I watched how Mark and Jack grabbed Delirious' body, dragging him out of the room, leaving the blood trail behind.

Luke looked at me, while I was still staring at the mask. He picked it up, and I immediately looked at him.

"Give it to me," I whispered silently, steadily and with little threat in my voice.

I felt protective over the last thing Delirious left behind, last thing I could hold to me. Luke did a few steps towards me, and before I could do anything, he smashed my head as well.

When I woke up I was in my house, in my bed. It took me several seconds to recalled what happened. I sat up, groaning from the pain on my head. It didn't matter anyway, nothing mattered.

He's gone.

I wanted to cry, I wanted to express my emotions, but I felt so emotionless, like I didn't even cared for anything. Looking around, I spotted the mask on the nightstand. His mask.
I took it into my hands, and got up from the bed.

I didn't have any plans, any directions in my life. I felt an urge to feel closer to Delirious, to be one with him somehow. Grabbing my phone, I walked slowly downstairs. My house was silent, and empty. Just like me.

I took a jacket on, then left. I let my feet carry me somewhere, not really think about my destination. With my hands in the pockets, mask hanging around my waist, and phone in my jacket, I stopped after a few hours in front the familiar house.

There were police tapes over the door and windows, the house looked dark and lifeless. I did a few steps towards the entrance, just to find out it's locked. I backed up a little, walking towards the window. The windows were already half broken. I assumed somebody got in to steal the shit inside.

I climbed through, feeling familiar emotions. The room were messy, but I saw it in the previous phase. Walking passed a few rooms, I got downstairs. To the room where it all started for the second time.

I pushed into the door, and they opened with a squeaky noise. The first I noticed were chains and blood on the ground, and I recalled the moment he shot himself.

Right there, right at that place, everything fell on me. I sat down into the corner, taking the mask on my hands. I felt so alone, so lost without him. I felt like I lost the sense of living, there wasn't the purpose live anymore.

I should be following him, up there. I should be with him. He was just trying to help, this was all my fault he got caught, and mainly my fault he got killed.

I felt my tears streaming down, as I clutched the mask tighter. I sobbed loudly, memories of him and me slowly popping in my mind. The first moment he let me go of the chains, the moment he nearly died and I saved his life, the memory of me joining the party for Ryan's death, me and him in the bed, here before he shot himself. Pictures of his smile, his amusement, his excitement. Images of his blue eyes, his perfect body. His hands, drifting upon body.

Just a memories. Everything is just a memory.

I lay down, curling myself into the ball, letting my emotions took control over my body. I felt so empty, my heart hurt.

"I love you so much," I whispered silently, looking at the mask in my hands, then pressed it against my chest.

I love you so much.