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A soft figure sat on the edge of Andrew's mattress, rubbing assuaging circles into his lower back, the corners of his mouth rising into a flat smile. Their stunning emerald eyes were barely visible in the room, dimly lit by the silver moonlight that invited itself into the hospital room. Even if the person was shadowed by the night and Andrew's groggy vision, he could still recognize the stature and the hair that fell just past the person's collarbones.
Andrew made a subtle attempt to roll onto his back, but the soft and comforting yet firm hand kept him lying on his stomach. He let out a whine of complaint, though it was muffled by the stiff pillow under him. The hand traced between Andrew's shoulder blades, light as a feather. Eventually, Jaide stopped rubbing his back, though slid next to him instead. As much as Andrew loved Jayden, his presence was abnormal from when he was a physical human being, instead of a soul that simply wandered around. Though,
he would take what he could get.
After all, Andrew's daily routine was usually flooded by impromptu longing for the second party. At the end of the day, being able to witness Jayden's beauty was a privilege only he had, because Jayden was his. Only Andrew knew that the paranormal wasn't just a fairy tale to frighten infants, rather a true thing that was tangible to the people who were deserving of it. In the back of his mind, Andrew pondered if his partner enjoyed being a cross-dimensional entity. He wondered if the only thing that kept Jaide's soul undead was the nightly visits between the two.
As Andrew drifted into an unconscious state, he felt the (physically) cold, though enjoyable proximity between the two fade away. Once sleep had finally claimed him, he swore Jayden was long gone, though the touch still lingered on Andrew's skin. He wished he and Jaide could be one, their muscle and spirit and joints could be melted into one. It would form a propinquity that was unnatural to others, though one of the only ways to form unwavering love.
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"Can you describe this," the man paused, "person to me?"
Andrew had been forced into his daily psychologist meeting after he clothed himself. His psychologist was an overly hairy man, a thick and well-maintained beard growing grey at the edges. His hair was a swath of curly black hair, though his forehead was enlarged over the years from his male pattern baldness that Andrew was glad he didn't experience yet. He had a square face and soft, lively brown eyes. He had well defined muscles that could be made out under his tanned skin. A pair of rectangular classes perched atop his nose. The man would often cock his head while scribbling in his notebook that had an inspirational message on it, which decidedly wasn't the most professional. Andrew noted that the room was covered with motivational quotes that were overly recited in classroom and offices. His psychologist went by the name Davies, Davies Kemp.
"Uhm.." Andrew hesitated, fumbling with the hem of his sweatshirt. A voice inside of him was shaking his brain, paranoid about telling the man too much. Though he had already told him about how the man, being Jaide, would come into contact with him during night. He was already a foot in the grave, "his name is Jayden. He has long and wavy hair that's usually in a bun. I know him well."
The black haired man raised his eyebrows, glancing up from the pages of his overly positive notebook. A subtle look of surprise dawned on his face. His gaze returned to the surface he was writing on as he spoke. "This person has a name? What do you know about him?"
Kelles felt the cold sweat gathering near his scalp. He didn't want anyone to be aware of Jayden, though he was far past return. His eyes dashed around, looking for anything to look at other than the eyes of Davies. Eventually, he landed on a yellow poster with white letters that could be read as: 'Keep your face always toward the sunshine, and shadows will fall behind you' that was stuck up on the left wall, next to the creaky door who's (admittedly, shadowed) window allowed anyone to observe the room if they cared to watch. "Do you know when I'm getting out of here?" He inquired, though he was more trying to avert the subject rather than actually find out. "The hospital, I mean."
"Andrew, that's not what we're talking about, is it?" The man spoke, condescendence obvious in his tone. Davies closed his eyes, snapping his spiral-bound notebook shut so promptly that it made Andrew jump. "A minimum of a month. I may get you medicated for these hallucinations. I'm not here to hide anything from you."
Andrew chewed on the inside of his lip before opening his mouth, speaking passive aggressively. "They aren't hallucinations, but believe what you want." He squinted more intently at the poster, his heart was pounding, practically in a derogatory manner. "Can I go back to my room now?" He stood up, his chair screaming against the tile floor. The question was rhetorical, despite him not being in a state to demand such.
He was dismissed with a flick of the wrist, "I'll see you in 2 days," and Andrew nervously shuffled down the liminal looking hallways until he found his room and shut himself in it. 2 days of almost perfect peace and quiet, instead of him having to speak with an inconsiderate meathead. Though, he was left paranoid about the possibilities of medication. It came off as stupid, the fear, but Andrew was mentally praying that he would not be prescribed meditation. If so, there was a chance that he wouldn't be able to make contact with Jayden. The chance of that was an alarmingly large rate.
Lying on his back, arms crossed, the colour drained from his face.
He couldn't let Jaide slip away into absence again. This time, there wasn't a guarantee that Jayden was coming back, if he was ever there in the first place.