Part 2
Unclear
“JC?”
“Hmm?”
He felt the bed shift slightly as Lance sat down. “What’s going on with you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“JC, you’re not yourself. Everyone sees it. You don’t smile, you don’t
interact with us during the show, you’re just…not there.”
JC didn’t reply, partly because he knew Lance was right.
“And you’ve got Justin scared half to death.”
JC’s eyes snapped open at the mention of Justin’s name. “What do you mean?”
“Something about trying to see him…he’s pretty shaken up about it. He’s
worried about you, man. We all are.”
“I’m
fine, Lance.”
“JC,
I think you—“
“I’m going to sleep now.”
Lance sighed and shook his head at the lump of covers next to him. “If you
want to talk…”
“Good night, Lance.”
He dreamt of Justin. Of his eyes, his lips, his hands…
The only problem was that, just like in his real life, everything about Justin
was unclear.
***
On the twelfth day, he woke up crying.
Hot
tears streamed down his cheeks, and when he came to the realization that he was
crying, the tears fell faster and harder.
He laid there for a full hour, sobbing so hard he could barely breath, clutching
his pillow close to him, burying his face in the crook of his own arm.
When he finally stopped, he opened his eyes and looked up.
And stopped breathing.
Justin was standing over him.
At least, he thought it was Justin. The blur was getting worse, and he only
assumed that it was the younger man.
If he’d been able to make out Justin’s face, he would have seen the tears
leaking from his eyes.
Instead, he rolled over, closed his own eyes, and fell asleep, trying to tell
himself that Justin wasn’t really there.
The strange twist inside him told him otherwise.
***
“I don’t know what’s wrong with him,” Justin whispered, staring at
JC’s sleeping form. “He’s
been sleeping for ten hours…and god, Lance, you should have seen him when I
came in here…he didn’t even know I was here! He was just…I’ve never seen
anyone cry that hard…I stood there for twenty minutes and watched him cry…and
he didn’t even know I was there.”
Lance placed a reassuring hand on Justin’s knee, patting gently. “He’ll
talk when he’s ready, Justin. You know how he is.”
“Don’t you think it’s strange, Lance? He acts like he can’t even see me.”
Lance looked over at JC, who was still in a seemingly restless sleep. “Maybe
he can’t.”
At that, Justin broke down and cried.
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