This story is dedicated to Alan Slingby. Here's and Eric/Alan story. Enjoy! THIS WILL BE BAD I THINK BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT THEM!~
Night of shared tears
Eric looked up at Alan sleeping on his chest. He stroked his lover's face, brushing his brown hair away from his face. Eric closed his eyes, tears falling from them. He shook gently, crying. Damn Alan's disease! Damn it, damn it, damn it! To claim such an innocent life like Alan's, Eric couldn't bear it. He wanted to save Alan's life, but he'd promise he wouldn't kill anyone. At this point, he didn't think he'd be able to keep the promise. Alan was his bright light, and he didn't want him to fade, and right now, he was slowly fading. Realizing this, he shook harder, his tears flowing down his face like a river, wetting the collar of his shirt.
"Eric?" Alan asked groggily. "Why are you crying?"
Alan wiped Eric's tears away and placed a teasing, loving kiss on his lips. He propped himself on his elbow; they looked into each other's eyes. Eric's hand slid to the back of Alan's neck, pulling him down and kissing him deeply and passionately.
"I love you, Alan. I love you so much," Eric whispered, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Alan gripped Eric's shirt tightly, fighting back tears. He nuzzled Eric's neck.
"I love you too, Eric. I love you so much, too."
Eric wrapped his arms around Alan. "My bright light is dimming slowly; my love is growing stronger for you, Alan. I don't want you to dim any more than you have already, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to save you, Alan, I will."
"Eric- don't, please?" Alan sighed. "Just…just leave things alone. Leave them the way they are." He laid his head back down and closing his eyes, taking a deep, ragged breath.
Eric began to sing.
What happens to a man when he spills his heart on a page and he watches his words flow away?
His feelings lie on the page alone there waiting for someone who care's to read them.
To open their eyes to see them.
To see if they can make their thoughts his own to find out that maybe life's not perfect.
Maybe it's not worth what he gives away.
You can see that this broken soul is bleeding, so you concede your feelings inside yourself
And wander through my heart
Letting you see through me now only consumes me.
Forget your pain and watch me fall apart
What happens to a soul when it's trapped inside his emotions and all of these words he's spoken?
They bind him to the life he's left behind.
Eric stopped when he heard Alan snore. Eric closed his eyes, sleep pulling him under, and a sweet dream begging him to give up the fight he was putting up. He gave up the fight with an internal sigh. He dreamed about him and Alan. He clutched him closer to his body unconsciously.
Well was that good? Idk. Never did a story about people I don't know. Well it's 2:46 A.M and I started this an hour ago. So if you find it short boring, that's why. Song is Pages by 3 doors down.