Seventy-four // Evan&Junmyeon
It had been three days, seventy-two hours.
“I am sorry, the dog has been adopted.” The lady behind the counter said coolly and Junmyeon eyed her desperately. He was a mess and it showed but while the lady was obvious still upset over his behavior of three days ago, he hoped she would give him just a little more. “I-“ He was unsure “was it him that adopted the dog?” He tried but she seemed unwilling to disclose the information. After all it was private and he was not in a position to ask for anything from her. It was not that he was suddenly a fan of the place but… Ah, he really screwed up, had he not? “Okay, well, uh- there is a present outside for the pixie that volunteers here.” He muttered and gestured awkwardly to the outside of the place. “It’s rather big but it never rains here so…” It was a rabbit cage, one of the wooden ones, big ones. He had bought it before coming here as a way to apologize to the pixie (whose name he couldn’t remember, not for the life for him. All he could hear was Evan’s voice saying ‘Rainbow’. “Please make sure he gets it?”
The owlite stood outside again.
Seventy-two hours and fifteen minutes.
He manned himself up and going up, the whole way up through the water he stared out the window but the world seemed a little dull, a little gray and he wondered if what he had said before was true owls mate for life, Evan. Was this dying? He wondered that for a moment as he got out of the submarine and thanked the man manning the vehicle as he took flight to the apartment. He knocked, knocked again and nothing. Evan couldn’t know it was him, right? The man pressed his ear against the door and listened but there was nothing but silence. He didn’t think there was anyone there. Evan wasn’t in. Evan was gone. Junmyeon chewed his bottomlip. Not at the store. Not at home. Had he left? Was he gone, like gone gone? One more option to go, one place he considered that the other would go to.
Seventy-three hours and one minute.
“Evan? It is me, listen you aren’t answering your phone and I can understand why. I mean I was… fuck Evan I was being such an asshole and I don’t think that what I said was wrong, not totally. I mean my worries weren’t based on nothing but the way I said it and I was just stressed. I have been so stressed about everything and I felt so cornered. I don’t know what came over me but I have been feeling weird- Like something within me woke up. I can’t explain- It is not an excuse but I am sorry, okay. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep and when I sleep my nightmares are worse than ever and I wake up even more tired. I don’t know if you ever want to see me again but I am trying-“
The message was cut off there but there was another call, another message in the database.
Seventy-three hours and twenty-one minutes
“Evan? Fuck, I nearly walked into someone and I dropped my phone. Where was I? yeah right, the nightmares. No, you I was saying that if you never want to see me again I would understand. I was out of line and I am not the person you thought I was, maybe. I mean, I was not trying to be different. I just… You’ve given me confidence and it outed itself in a weird way. I even got into a huge fight on a mission with two people who I had nothing against. I was a total asshole, I guess. I think. I don’t know how to deal with people really, I am not made to talk to… anyone really. I have been on my own for so long and I think I forgot how to be someone that you can be friends with. Or maybe I never really knew- it is true that I don’t have many friends but really I am happy with Lexus and my books and you- You I need. I need you Evan and I can’t- I just can’t let you go like this I know what I said and I know what it implied and I am so, so sorry. I had no right to say that to you- I was acting like everyone in your past and I never wanted that. I apologize Evan. To the bottom of my heart I apologize. I don’t know what else to say- I love you. I love you more than I can even express in words. I just. I suck at people. Apparently I also suck at being a boyfriend. I’m jealous. I am worried. I am so worried- every time I don’t hear from you I assume the worst and I know that is a bad way of dealing with it. I know, I know but I have to learn. I just… I am coming to the only place I can imagine you will be at- Evan I can’t do this without you.”
The message cut off there.
Seventy-three hours and fifty-six minutes
The owlite walked towards the open field. The sun was setting and he halted at the edge. As if it was holy ground he couldn’t touch. In the distance there was a figure and he knew who it was. There was also a dog, he was glad to see that. In his hands there was a dog toy and a large bouquet of flowers, dangling from one finger a paper brown bag with a large yellow M was. He inhaled sharply before crossing the imaginary border as he walked over to the reaper. Not sure what to say or do as he approached the other. He didn’t know- maybe Evan would turn away and leave. But he had to try.
Seventy-three hours and fifty-nine minutes
“Evan?” he asked, voice hoarse as he stood there, facing the other’s back. He was a visible mess. His wings were unkept and his hair was messy. He looked pale and his lips were chapped. “I have seventy-four daisies.” He whispered “For every hour I hurt you.”
Seventy-four hours.
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