Stay With Me

14

The warmth of the house washed over him as he stumbled through the door, his legs feeling like jelly gave out from under him. His face connected with the hardwood floor beneath him, a fresh wave of sobs escaping him. A part of him hoped that no one was home to find him, that maybe they had left and weren't coming back so he could lie there and suffer. His stomach turned, feeling as though he were about to be sick Euronymous clutched his stomach as he writhed on the floor.

"Euronymous?" yawned Vanessa as she made her way over to his side. "What are you...wait, are you crying?"

Euronymous couldn't answer her as his body shook. She watched him for a moment, unsure of what to do. Part of her wanted to turn around, go back upstairs and ignore him, but despite all he had done to her and Dead, she couldn't find it in herself to just leave him there.

Wrapping an arm around him, she pulled him to his feet. "Let's just get you on the couch for tonight."

Euronymous stumbled along. "I...I'm sorry! I'm sorry for the crap I've been pulling, I really am! I just...I...I lost the girl I was gonna marry. She died before I got the chance to ask her. I've just...I've felt so incomplete without her. I just want someone who loves me! And I'm sorry I've tried fucking with you and Dead. I...I wanna start over."

Vanessa let out a deep breath as she helped him down on the couch. "You do realize I'm having a hard time believing you, right? After all the crap you've pulled I think you should try talking this out with Pelle before anything else."

"Please...I want things to be different...I wanna change."

Making her way to the stairs, she turned to look at him one last time.

"Prove it."

With that, she turned and made her way back up the stairs. Euronymous watched with tear filled eyes as he was left once again alone with nothing but the voices in his head to keep him company. His head screamed in pain as he rolled onto his side, the tears falling harder than before as he silently begged for the pain to go away. Shutting his eyes, he caught a glimpse of Vera once again.

Her blue eyes looked almost sad as the image flashed through his mind. It wasn't the first time she had come to him in his dreams or drunken states. Her visits were one of many reasons why he hated getting drunk or even just having one or two beers; the pain always too much to handle.

"Everything will be alright," she smiled. "Goodbye, Øystein. I love you."

"Don't leave me again," he pleaded.

His eyes grew heavy as the image of her began to fade faster and faster, trying his hardest to stay awake. As the inevitable darkness overtook him a small, almost unnoticeable breeze brushed against his face as Vera's face disappeared completely.