00 - Prelude Sink. Gaze. Agonize.
When the lights of the city go out and renew, when the worlds falls to slumber and the stars appear as the watchers of the night... He smiles. It's a rare smile, beautiful and sad, but quite a sight to see. Its not often one sees this one, not often at all, in fact it's so rare, those who are lucky enough can only stare when they catch it.
Can you honestly say you are free?
It was his favorite time of day, next to midnight, always before the sun faded beyond the horizon of the cityscape, that last orange light as it faded away in the plane beyond the known end. He waited for it, standing patiently on that pier and gazing westward as the last of the sun's rays kissed the sky goodnight and darkness fell like fog upon this side of the earth.
Beyond the darkness to where the bell is...
It wasn't time yet, no, not for a little longer. Then, oh yes, then he would go to the building of blinding white innards that reeked of both life and death to see one of it's more permanent additions to it's ever cycling collections, also known as his lover, to visit the ailing young man. But he wouldn't go yet, out of fear, shame, or cowardice, he didn't know, but he couldn't go to his lover. It killed him, but he went anyway. He wanted to prove he was worthy of the sick man's waning heart.
I follow it's sweet melody to my heaven, there, I shall wait for my beloved...
It's been so long, he knew he should've given up by now, but he just couldn't. For him, holding on is so much harder, but he had to, he wasn't going to let go of his lover that easily. They'd been together for so long, he felt lost now that his love was lying in sleep on a starchy hospital bed. And he had been feeling this sense of loss and emptiness for the last year, but the ups and downs of his health, always deterred and cast shadows upon his faith.
So I can't live, my proof of life is fading away... My dearest, my love, please, come home to me...
He reached up and pulled the ponytail from his dark brunette hair, letting the shoulder-length locks free to the wind, closing his eyes against the breeze as it toyed with his hair.
Ten years is a long time to be with someone, this year would've been their tenth anniversary, but he figured Fate had other plans, by taking his love away from him like this. He smirked, he'd fight this; he would do everything he could to make sure the other would get well again.
"Alex..."
He looked over at the call of his name, a gentle pleading tone to the owner's voice. He nodded to the woman standing several feet from him, trench-coat and scarf wrapped tightly around her to keep out the evening air. She was tall and slender-bodied, curved in all the right places and overall attractive woman, older than him and full of life.
The 31-year-old smiled at him, "I came to get you. The show is in an hour and the guys need their bassist."
The corners of his lips quirked at this, "I know. You didn't let Jamie and Derek get drunk, now did you Lara?" He asked as he walked up to her and they made their way down the pier to the main sidewalk.
Already, the city's nighttime personality was coming to life, breathing deep of the darkness and releasing a sigh of its sounds. Streets filled with cars filled with people, each going down a different road of life. None of that mattered; he hated thinking of the future and anything to do with it. He never liked thinking of the future, it came soon enough.
"No, they're as sober as children for now, they're in sound check right now and Derek knew I'd find you here..." She replied, grinning at the thought as Alex hooked his arm into hers.
"Big Brother knows best. Did he finally figure out the set list? He sat in the kitchen half the night and couldn't decide." He said, pushing his hair from his eyes absently.
"Yes, he did actually. He came running from the back lot all happy, it was funny..." When he glanced at her after she trailed off, he saw the contemplative expression on her features.
"Did you go see him?" Lara asked, if a bit hesitantly, despite probably knowing the answer.
"Whenever we're home. He had some more tests today, and they drugged him up again, so he fell asleep after I got there..."
"I see, well, does he seem any better?" Alex shrugged at this and Lara got the hint, knowing when to stop questioning her young friend.
In their short conversation time, they'd reached the venue the band was playing at, a local bar near the pier along the outskirts of Fisherman's Wharf. Ah yes, San Francisco, their city of dreams, but it was crushing his... Not that he could blame the aging city, it wasn't her fault, she didn't give the love of his life some weird virus of infection, whatever it was. He didn't care, he only care about his love getting better.
Angel...please, get better soon.
Alex looked out across the bay, remembering when he and Angel used to walk this same sidewalk together, laughing and absorbing the rapture of the beautiful night. And then he smiled, that rare smile that only comes when he is thinking of Angel. That beautiful and sad smile that brings out the shine in his green eyes, the spark of love that only flares for Angel.
results please, seriously.
And there is your preview, which is like, the first four written pages of the story. Already I can tell this will be a very long story, probably longer then Boy Meets Boy. I'm still undecided on the timeline and a few other things, but I'll figure them out eventaully.
I have a lot of plans for this one... Mainly, once I've finished Withering Roses and Aquamarine, which are both coming to an end quickly (sadly), I'll work more on this, especially once I set myself on a sort of schedule for posting. I want to have at least five more chapters written before I do anymore, so don't get your hopes us for more looks at this until a few more months.
But all in all, this is the beginning of a new life for Angel and Alex, and all I have left to say, is that there is always a little truth in fiction... =]
