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Empty Hallways
Jun. 17th, 2009 03:24 pmNathaniel had been avoiding this for four days.
He’d remained at Jason’s side, parting only long enough to eat a few quick meals a day.
Something inside told him Asher... wasn’t here. He’d left. Nathaniel didn’t understand that strange instinct that simply knew the vampire was gone, but it was as sure as his instinct for hunting.
His feet take him up the stairs and down the hall.
One room. Three rooms. Eight rooms.
He stops almost completely down that hallway and presses his hand to a door.
He presses his cheek, listening, inhaling.
Only staleness. The sense of abandonment and cold.
Nathaniel tries the door, and the knob gives easily. He slips into the room, shutting the door behind him, and is speechless as he slowly creeps into the middle of the dark room.
Everything... gone.
Splinters still remained, some stray bits of torn fabric, but Asher’s room was but a shell waiting to be cleaned and prepared for a new guest.
Where they had sat and read.
Where Asher had brushed his hair.
Where Asher had held him.
Where Asher had slept.
Where Asher had made love with him.
Gone.
Simply gone.
And so was Asher.
Nathaniel swallows, gradually falling to one knee as tears slide silently down his cheeks. It was the physical blow to the emotional one he’d taken less than a week prior. It was done and over with, lost in a poorly worded request for understanding, and Nathaniel knows he has no one to blame but himself. He’d lost Asher, and it was his own damned fault. For Jason, he’d pushed Asher away, relegated something special to the realm of casual lusts.
For Jason, he’d given up that happiness of being with Asher.
For Jason, he was alone...
He presses his brow to his knee and sobs, feeling such a sense of loss, knowing he couldn’t fix this because Asher had left him. Asher hadn’t even sent him a note, hadn’t given him anything...
Just this.
Silence, cold and destroyed.
Nathaniel supposes he deserves it.
He’d remained at Jason’s side, parting only long enough to eat a few quick meals a day.
Something inside told him Asher... wasn’t here. He’d left. Nathaniel didn’t understand that strange instinct that simply knew the vampire was gone, but it was as sure as his instinct for hunting.
His feet take him up the stairs and down the hall.
One room. Three rooms. Eight rooms.
He stops almost completely down that hallway and presses his hand to a door.
He presses his cheek, listening, inhaling.
Only staleness. The sense of abandonment and cold.
Nathaniel tries the door, and the knob gives easily. He slips into the room, shutting the door behind him, and is speechless as he slowly creeps into the middle of the dark room.
Everything... gone.
Splinters still remained, some stray bits of torn fabric, but Asher’s room was but a shell waiting to be cleaned and prepared for a new guest.
Where they had sat and read.
Where Asher had brushed his hair.
Where Asher had held him.
Where Asher had slept.
Where Asher had made love with him.
Gone.
Simply gone.
And so was Asher.
Nathaniel swallows, gradually falling to one knee as tears slide silently down his cheeks. It was the physical blow to the emotional one he’d taken less than a week prior. It was done and over with, lost in a poorly worded request for understanding, and Nathaniel knows he has no one to blame but himself. He’d lost Asher, and it was his own damned fault. For Jason, he’d pushed Asher away, relegated something special to the realm of casual lusts.
For Jason, he’d given up that happiness of being with Asher.
For Jason, he was alone...
He presses his brow to his knee and sobs, feeling such a sense of loss, knowing he couldn’t fix this because Asher had left him. Asher hadn’t even sent him a note, hadn’t given him anything...
Just this.
Silence, cold and destroyed.
Nathaniel supposes he deserves it.
