Mag-log inIt's been almost three weeks since the incident in Soremont, since Aiden last saw Derek. There's this huge rope or something that's twisting in his belly and around it that makes it hard for him to breathe.
The loud beat of a drum yanks Derek from his sleep. He bolts upright and snatches his phone from the night table, glances at it and mutters a curse when he sees Andrew's name flashing on the screen.
Aiden switches the engine off, grabs his phone, types in the message, 'I'm here. Parking lot,' and sends it. Not five minutes passes before he sees Andrew wandering aimlessly between cars. He gets out and w
Derek knows this isn't fiction, like the fairy fucking tale kind of romance he has written. He also knows there's going to be bumpy roads along the way. He knew it before he decided to kiss Aiden that late December night. But despite all these, Derek thinks that maybe… maybe the risk is worth it.
The ground's all wet and covered with a thin layer of snow. The grass feels soft and a bit slippery underneath Aiden's feet. He can hear faint sloshing sounds with every step he takes, following Derek to… wherever.
The thrill of the last show still thrumming in Aiden's body during the thirty-minute drive from Clearden City disappears the moment they reach Coos Heights. Anxiety settles in its place.