Twenty minutes later I'm lying on the bed in some short PJ's I found in the wardrobe, thinking about everything that's happened. We have to make it out of here tomorrow morning. We can't lose time; we have to get to New York as soon as possible.
I keep thinking about New York and so I can't fall asleep; I keep tossing and turning in bed. I feel like something's missing. Someone's missing. I'd sleep in the same bed, next to Mikey, since we'd started travelling alone. But now when I look next to me, I expect – I want – to see someone else beside me – Dylan.
Something just pulls me up from my bed and towards his room. I knock lightly, quietly and open the door before I get an answer. I enter and close the door behind me. For a few short moments I just stand at the door and look at Dylan.
Suddenly, he sits bolt upright in bed, looking at me through the darkness. I know he can see it's me, because I can see he's shirtless. It doesn't make me blush though, it just ignites the passion and love within me.
''Tay? Is everything okay? Are you okay?'' He says worriedly.
I nod, but just to be sure he got it, I add: ''Yeah, I'm fine, I just ... I don't want to be alone.''
He shifts on the bed, making some room for me and motions for me to sit down. I walk over to the bed and sit down next to him. We're facing each other, just gazing into each other's eyes for a few long seconds.
''Are you okay?'' He asks again, but this time he means it differently. He's asking how I'm holding up. I see pain and sadness in his eyes and I wonder if it's because of me. Does he feel sorry for me? Does he suffer because I'm suffering?
''I'm holding up,'' I answer, and add: ''It's hard, but ... I have no choice.''
He nods, puts his hand on mine and says: ''I know. We'll reach New York soon. We'll get him back. I promise.''
''And then? After that?'' I ask. What I really want to ask is: Are you going to leave me again after that?
''Then ... I don't know. I don't know what the future holds,'' He avoids my question. I know he knows what I mean.
''Dylan ...'' I want to protest, but he says: ''Tay, let's just focus on the present. This world is so unpredictable and so is a future in it. Who knows what'll happen. For now, let's just focus on getting to New York and saving Mikey. Let's focus on now.''
In a way he's right. We should focus on now, on this, on us in this moment. I love him and he loves me, but there's a shadow hanging over us. So much has happened, so much time has passed, yet I still feel the hurt he caused me the first time he left. Despite the time that has passed, I can still feel the remnants of the pain his departure caused me.
I look at him with sadness in my eyes and finally feel ready to say: ''Why did you leave?''
Suddenly, his ever-present poker face is gone and it's like a storm of sadness, pain, suffering and anger starts to rage within him and I can see it all clearly in his eyes.
When he speaks, his voice is cracked, low, quiet. Almost broken. ''I didn't want to. But I had to.''
He uses the same words he did when we said goodbye to each other at the airport four years ago.
He didn't even tell me he was leaving. I had to find out from his parents when I went looking for him. I went with the intention to tell him that I loved him and that I wanted to be with him. I knew he felt the same and I wanted to tell him that I didn't care what other people thought or said; what mattered was what we felt. We loved each other. But I wanted to declare my love for him, hoping he would have the bravery and strength to do the same. I went to look for him that day with the intention to kiss him, to hold him, to give myself to him completely. I might've been young, but I didn't know anything as surely as I did the fact that I loved him and wanted to be his forever.
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Our Broken World
Science FictionCover art by: @DjMidget In the distant future, our world has been decimated by wars and nuclear attacks. Scared, broken people are scattered across the country, wandering aimlessly. Terrible danger lurks in every shadow and around every corner. And...