Post by Dr. Andrew Shepard on May 29, 2013 15:21:35 GMT -5
Drew was dreaming again. He knew he was dreaming because he felt the tender fingers on his face, instead of a cold rush of air. He felt fluttering kisses instead of the demanding presence and instead of the silence or the disembodied whisper, he head the voice, the voice of his fiance.
Drew gasped when he was brought close to Edward's body and wrapped his arms tenderly around Edward's shoulders.
"Don't leave me."
Drew whispered in a panic his fingers curled against Edward's shirt.
"I won't. I won't. Shh, I promise Dewdrop. I won't. Not ever."
Drew sighed at Edward's soothing whispered words in his hair.
"But you have to WAKE UP!"
Drew sat up quickly making the paper that had been plastered to his cheek float back onto his desk. He groaned and wiped a hand across his face. His tired blue eyes slowly glanced across his darkened office to the urn on the fire place display. Edward. It was late. He shook his wrist in order to see the wrist watch. 10 pm... Slowly the weary doctor pushed back from his desk and flicked off the desk lamp.
In the dark, he snatched his keys from the in tray and started toward the urn, leaning in to kiss it.
"See you in the morning, Eddie. I love you."
He murmured before heading for his office door. It was only halfway down the hall that the sadness hit him like a speed train and he fell against the wall sliding down it to his knees. His hands came up to cover his face but the tears wouldn't allow him any dignity.
Drew gasped when he was brought close to Edward's body and wrapped his arms tenderly around Edward's shoulders.
"Don't leave me."
Drew whispered in a panic his fingers curled against Edward's shirt.
"I won't. I won't. Shh, I promise Dewdrop. I won't. Not ever."
Drew sighed at Edward's soothing whispered words in his hair.
"But you have to WAKE UP!"
Drew sat up quickly making the paper that had been plastered to his cheek float back onto his desk. He groaned and wiped a hand across his face. His tired blue eyes slowly glanced across his darkened office to the urn on the fire place display. Edward. It was late. He shook his wrist in order to see the wrist watch. 10 pm... Slowly the weary doctor pushed back from his desk and flicked off the desk lamp.
In the dark, he snatched his keys from the in tray and started toward the urn, leaning in to kiss it.
"See you in the morning, Eddie. I love you."
He murmured before heading for his office door. It was only halfway down the hall that the sadness hit him like a speed train and he fell against the wall sliding down it to his knees. His hands came up to cover his face but the tears wouldn't allow him any dignity.
