Your Name, Forever

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I saw you cry today and I liked it very much. I wanted to lick your face and taste your sadness. How does it feel? I have never felt particularly inclined to pathetic displays, but you make me want to climb down and dwell with you in the darkest of depths.

Your smile lit up the space—The jealousy that burned in my chest was brighter—and they laughed with you but you were disappearing into yourself as the sun drowned in the ocean. And you walked away alone—not really alone—I thought it had begun to rain when drops of water stained the sidewalk but it wasn't the sky that was crying and that made me smile.

Even now, in the darkness, I'm trying to resist the urge to lean my neck back and... deal with love's deathless wound.

The cold silent pillows made terrible company as you stared blankly at the plain white ceiling, your breath steady but heavy with exhaustion. Today, like too many others lately, you have not gone to work because the alarm had never been set—a careless oversight, surely.

A knock at the door made you turn your head slightly, "Maybe it's the new landlord."

A sudden heavy dread settled in your stomach: You don't have the money. Instead of doing something, you simply shifted on the couch, nuzzled against the cold pillows and closed your eyes but the knocks continued again and then again, and again and again. "Might as well at least look at him."

You peeked through the peephole, expecting a new tiring face to deal with, but you were met with Vulkan's pale green eye, looking directly into the peephole. You couldn't help but smile at his silly gesture as you opened the door, "Vulkan, it's nice to see you."

Vulkan smiles, stepping back slightly, "Thank you, Y/N... How are you?"

"Fine, doing better," Your smile was relaxed, not forced for once. "I think."

"I can see it in your face," He said with a curious tone before stepping forward. "I was wondering if you wanted to come with me for a ride?"

"Where?" You tilted your head to the side, resting on the door.

"I'm going to first visit my mother at the hospital. And then, maybe we could eat something," Vulkan added, his hand moving to tuck a lock of hair behind his ear. "You chose, I pay."

You froze momentarily, you haven't been in a hospital since...

"Please, Y/N," He suddenly reached out to take your hand. "I will be on my best behaviour, I promise."

His touch, electrifying and intense, caught you off guard. Your breath hitched as you instinctively pulled back. But his grip tightened, pulling your hand to his chest, his heart racing in sync with your.

"Vulkan... I don't know..." You mumbled faintly, an uneasy feeling settling over you.

"C'mon, pretty please?" He asked, looking at you through his brown lashes, the faint pale glimmer of his eyes peeking through.

"I-I..." You looked at Vulkan, his pleading eyes tugging at your loose heart strings. The last time you saw him, he was a mess, regretful and miserable. Maybe he needed a steady hand—but your hands weren't steady. "Fine...I will go with you. Just let me get ready."

"Use all the time you want," He replied with a satisfied smile, letting go of your hand and bumping past you into your apartment.

You shook your head, the infectious restlessness of Vulkan transferring to you. Whatever you had agreed to, it might not be that bad... Vulkan could clearly use some support. He wouldn't have come if he didn't think he didn't need the company, wouldn't he?