Strong arms wrapped around me less than a second before what would have been my death. I couldn't see my savior, but I'd know that voice anywhere. Were this under any other circumstances, I'd think I'd finally lost my mind entirely, but insanity doesn't stop a fall two feet from the ground.
I looked around frantically, trying to catch sight of him, but I saw nothing. "Danny?" He was just here, he wouldn't leave me like this, he wouldn't. But where was he?
"I'm here, Sam." I turned to where the voice had come from, but there still was no sign of him.
"I can't see you." Was I just going crazy? Was it possible this was all in my head? After the things that have happened in the past few months, it wouldn't be hard to believe.
No. He was here. Depression was just trying to kill what little hope I had left. He had to be here.
"No one can see me anymore, Sam. It's by pure luck alone you can even hear me." A part of me laughed internally. I'd been practically begging to just talk to him again, I didn't put any thought into actually seeing him. Life was giving me exactly what I asked for, I could talk to him, but not see him.
"What happened to you? Why can't we find you?" Why did I say that? That made it sound like I wasn't going to be able to talk to him at all after this.
"I don't know. I think it has something to do with my powers. I was already half dead, I didn't really have far left to go." His voice was nearly emotionless and I couldn't blame him. It had to suck to exist but have almost no connection to anyone or anything.
"I don't know how much longer I have, Sam. Something's pulling me away." No, damnit! He can't leave me again, he just can't!
I didn't realize I'd spoken aloud until he responded. "I will find you again, okay?" He stopped for a second before speaking again, sadly. "I'll always love you, Sam. Don't put your life in hold for me though, okay? I want you to be happy. Just promise me you'll let yourself move on, okay?." I could hear the desperation in his voice and I could tell he only said that because he wanted me to be happy.
"Okay, I promise." I wasn't sure if I could keep that promise though. I'm not good at letting go of people as it is, but letting go of him would be damn near impossible. "I love you, Danny." Tears were forming in my eyes; I knew he was about to leave me again, I don't know how I knew, but I did.
"Don't forget me, Sammy." His voice faded as he left for good and had I not been in tears, I would have made some remark in response to the dumb nickname. Only he could ever get away with that, and even then he would usually get some smart remark in response.
I'd gotten what I'd asked for, just a chance to talk to him again, a chance to say goodbye. Knowing that was going to be my last conversation with him hurt almost as much a when I found out he was dead. And now, he wanted me to move on with my life, move on from him. How could I do that? I have a hard time letting people go as is, but him? No, that was a promise I was going to have to break.
I won't give up on him. I won't.
Where was I? What happened? Who was I? Why didn't I know who I was? Isn't that something you're supposed to know? All I can remember is beautiful amethyst eyes, but I knew those weren't mine. Whose eyes was I remembering?
Who am I?
Happy Singles Awareness Day! :P A day for all the single people in the world to realize just how forever alone they are, isn't it a brilliant holiday? :P
On a slightly more important note, the sequel for this should come out with its first chapter over the weekend and will be called "Just Out of Reach." Hope to see you all then! :D
Comments and feedbacK are as welcome as always! :D
The following has nothing much to do with anything at all, I guess you could call it a dedication of sorts for this story.
So anyway, here's to the best friend who gave me the memories most of this story was written off of - the same smart ass that would go through and point out all the errors my memory made if he ever saw this. Here's hoping you'll be able to pick up all the shit that hit the fan and keep your promise of coming back.
I still give a damn, even if no one else does.