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Every time I looked at him, I felt it all over again. That love... that lust... that everything. Jonathan was the kind of guy that you were afraid of him cheating the entire time you dated him. He was incredibly attractive. He had that body that wasn't too much of anything. Not overly muscular. Not overly slender. Not overly big. Not really anything, which means he looked good in pretty much anything he would put on (or take off.) He had that boyish face but the facial hair he kept closely trimmed only made things like his piercing eyes or cut jawline stand out that much more. He also had that perfect ass and we're not going to even talk about his... *ahem* Anyway. Amazingly enough, with all these amazing assets; he never once made me feel like I wasn't enough. And that in itself was a new experience for me. It had already been two years since we became "official" and I haven't once felt that flame flicker or fade.
I was walking down the sidewalk a bit ahead of him to give him privacy as he finished his work call. He hung up and ran to catch up with me. "Thanks for waiting, dick." I laughed, "I was giving you time to finish business. You're welcome." He laughed and pushed into me with his shoulder. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he leaned in to kiss me. I returned the kiss with equal passion. I felt that familiar twinge in my stomach. I fucking hate that feeling. I broke our kiss and continued down the sidewalk as we continued our walk to the quaint little coffee house in our Olde Town district.
"Hey... what's going on?" he asked.
"Oh you know... that usual annoying bullshit I do." I replied. I explained that I've always had this bad habit of expecting something bad to happen when things were going good for me. And right now, things are going good for me. I'm happy. I'm in love. I FEEL loved. Something has to give away.
He laughed and squeezed my hand. "You just gotta learn to appreciate things as they happen. Things are ALWAYS changing. Things go bad. Things go good. Things go bad. Things go good. Without the bad times, what would we have to compare the good times to? They would just be... times." I squeezed his hand back and we walked down the street hand-in-hand.
*POP POP* Two deafening pop sounds shot through the air. I looked over to Jonathan and he suddenly looked pale. He looked down to his watch and then showed me. It read "8/10". "FUCK! We gotta get out of here!" he screamed. We took off running in the opposite direction of the gun shots. Two more popping sounds. Then three more. We kept running but the gun shots didn't get any more faint. We were being hunted. "They went that way!" we heard a voice shout in the distance. Two more popping noises and I heard Jonathan make a grunting noise. I grabbed his hand and looked at his watch. It read: 5/10. "Fuck this... I love you..." I said. I kissed him quickly and took off running down an alleyway between some buildings. I had to get them away from him. They were focused on him. "Hey wait!" I heard Jonathan yell, but there were more shots and he ran another direction.
I thought I had gotten away when I heard some more popping noises and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain and then a spread of searing heat rip through my body. I looked down to my watch and it read: 2/10. I looked over and saw one of our pursuers standing there with their gun perfectly pointed right at me. One hit. That's all it's going to take. I wish I had spent more time getting stronger. I wish I could have done more for Jonathan. I love you Jonathan. I'm sorry. I can't give them the satisfaction. And as a bus headed our direction, I jumped in front of it.
My watch beeped. 0/10.
I don't know how long it took me to re-spawn. I remember slowly blinking my eyes open and looking straight into the bright, yet overcast sky. Rain gently falling down on my face. My clothing drenched through and through. I sat up and looked around. My eyes felt sore and sensitive. Everything looked shiny and silvery from the rain. My skin felt sharp and cold. I must've been laying in the rain for awhile. I looked at my watch. "Click OK to Resume". I clicked OK and the screen turned blue and then was back to normal. 10/10. I tapped the screen and it showed that I had a new tag. "Eric". My name is Eric. Or at least, it is now. Mark jumped in front of a bus. Eric is wiping the rain off of his face and getting up even though he feels like he just ... ... got hit by a bus.
I started my search. Where's Jonathan? Is he okay? Did he make it? Was he looking for me? I started heading towards the coffee house that we were going to go to this afternoon... (assuming it was the same day?) As I approached the building, I looked around again. It didn't look like anything had happened earlier today. No evidence of any violence or anything. Just a nice quaint little Olde Town neighborhood. I went inside and sat at the bar.
A waitress walked up and took my order. I always ordered the same thing, so her taking my order was just professional courtesy. She knew I was going to get an iced coffee with caramel. I looked around the coffee house and then out the window again. Every time I thought I saw someone walk by, I looked to the window hoping it would be Jonathan. "Here's your drink hon." said the waitress. I took a sip and it wasn't the same as I usually ordered it. "Hey Joanne, did you do extra caramel?" She shook her head, "No. You didn't ask for it." I smiled, "But I always get it." She shrugged her shoulders. "How am I supposed to know that?"
Oh. That's right. My new tag says I'm Eric. "Hey Joanne, have you seen a tall dark and handsome come in? His name is Jonathan." She shook her head, "Nope. I don't know any Jonathan. And I always remember a tall, dark, and handsome." I smiled slightly but sadly. "What about Mark? He was a regular of yours and always talked good about you. He ordered the same drink as me. He was in his 40's, tall, dark, kinda cute in his own way." She shook her head, "Sorry hon... I only know one Mark and he's short and blonde and lives in Sector 13." I started to tear up... what happened? She looked sympathetically at me, "Sweetie... I'm so sorry. Did you recently re-spawn?" I nodded. And she smiled sadly. "Oh poor child... Jonathan... he... he sounds cute. Is he a cutie?" She attempted a better smile. I slightly chuckled. "Yeah, he's gorgeous." I responded.
"Ugh gross. Mixed company? Hello? Keep it to yourself." said the man two seats down from me. He had a sort of rectangular spiral tattoo on his cheek. He was one of the hunters. "That's you're fucking problem." I hissed.
"I'm on break. Just... just fuck off." he responded and went back to his large mug of whatever he was drinking. I told the waitress I would like to pay and she tapped her watch against mine. After hitting the confirmation screens, I was on my way back out to search for Jonathan.
I must have been deeply lost in thought when I smacked into another person walking on the other side of the sidewalk. "Oh God, I'm such a klutz. I'm so sorry." I looked into the face of the other man. He was attractive... brownish red hair. Green eyes. He stared at me for a second and smiled a sort of sexy smile that seemed familiar. "No no, it's okay. It's my fault. I was listening to this NetCast and not paying attention." He tapped on his temple twice to turn off whatever NetCast he was listening to. I smiled to him, "I was in my own world. Sorry about that..." He smiled again and straightened out my jacket collar. "It's okay. The pleasure is mine." I smiled back, "Well have a good day." and I continued my search for Jonathan.
I stopped by the house, but no one was there. I went to all of our favorite places and still nothing. Three hours had passed and I wasn't having any luck. I only knew that because of my watch. The day cycle rarely changed here. Everything was still silvery and shiny from the rain. The sky was still bright yet overcast. The air was still damp and freezing. I eventually just started walking aimlessly, not quite sure what to do or where to go next. I went towards where I re-spawned.
As I walked to the bus stop that was only a couple of blocks away, I saw a familiar face. He smiled and waved to me. "Strange running into you again." he said. I smiled sadly, "Yeah, kind of!" He watched me for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you waiting for the bus?" I shook my head and he laughed. "Me neither. Sometimes I just like to come here and sit. People watch. Something about this spot... I feel like I'm waiting for something. Someone. Odd that you should show up. You look like you're having a rough day though. Wanna talk about it?"
I thought about it for a second. "No, but thank you. Just having a bad day." He smiled warmly, not at all phased by me saying no. "Hey, it's okay. Bad days happen. Good days happen. Then bad days happen again, only for good days to happen again. But hey, without the bad days, what would we have to compare the good days to? They would just be... days." I laughed and smiled for real this time. "That's true!" I said, feeling suddenly happy. "Thanks for that. I appreciate it." He smiled back and held his gaze a bit longer than most people and I felt flush with excitement. "Well, it was seeing you again. Take care!" I said. He smiled, "Absolutely! The pleasure was mine!" and with that, I walked away. I had to find Jonathan.
I was walking down the sidewalk a bit ahead of him to give him privacy as he finished his work call. He hung up and ran to catch up with me. "Thanks for waiting, dick." I laughed, "I was giving you time to finish business. You're welcome." He laughed and pushed into me with his shoulder. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he leaned in to kiss me. I returned the kiss with equal passion. I felt that familiar twinge in my stomach. I fucking hate that feeling. I broke our kiss and continued down the sidewalk as we continued our walk to the quaint little coffee house in our Olde Town district.
"Hey... what's going on?" he asked.
"Oh you know... that usual annoying bullshit I do." I replied. I explained that I've always had this bad habit of expecting something bad to happen when things were going good for me. And right now, things are going good for me. I'm happy. I'm in love. I FEEL loved. Something has to give away.
He laughed and squeezed my hand. "You just gotta learn to appreciate things as they happen. Things are ALWAYS changing. Things go bad. Things go good. Things go bad. Things go good. Without the bad times, what would we have to compare the good times to? They would just be... times." I squeezed his hand back and we walked down the street hand-in-hand.
*POP POP* Two deafening pop sounds shot through the air. I looked over to Jonathan and he suddenly looked pale. He looked down to his watch and then showed me. It read "8/10". "FUCK! We gotta get out of here!" he screamed. We took off running in the opposite direction of the gun shots. Two more popping sounds. Then three more. We kept running but the gun shots didn't get any more faint. We were being hunted. "They went that way!" we heard a voice shout in the distance. Two more popping noises and I heard Jonathan make a grunting noise. I grabbed his hand and looked at his watch. It read: 5/10. "Fuck this... I love you..." I said. I kissed him quickly and took off running down an alleyway between some buildings. I had to get them away from him. They were focused on him. "Hey wait!" I heard Jonathan yell, but there were more shots and he ran another direction.
I thought I had gotten away when I heard some more popping noises and suddenly I felt a stabbing pain and then a spread of searing heat rip through my body. I looked down to my watch and it read: 2/10. I looked over and saw one of our pursuers standing there with their gun perfectly pointed right at me. One hit. That's all it's going to take. I wish I had spent more time getting stronger. I wish I could have done more for Jonathan. I love you Jonathan. I'm sorry. I can't give them the satisfaction. And as a bus headed our direction, I jumped in front of it.
My watch beeped. 0/10.
I don't know how long it took me to re-spawn. I remember slowly blinking my eyes open and looking straight into the bright, yet overcast sky. Rain gently falling down on my face. My clothing drenched through and through. I sat up and looked around. My eyes felt sore and sensitive. Everything looked shiny and silvery from the rain. My skin felt sharp and cold. I must've been laying in the rain for awhile. I looked at my watch. "Click OK to Resume". I clicked OK and the screen turned blue and then was back to normal. 10/10. I tapped the screen and it showed that I had a new tag. "Eric". My name is Eric. Or at least, it is now. Mark jumped in front of a bus. Eric is wiping the rain off of his face and getting up even though he feels like he just ... ... got hit by a bus.
I started my search. Where's Jonathan? Is he okay? Did he make it? Was he looking for me? I started heading towards the coffee house that we were going to go to this afternoon... (assuming it was the same day?) As I approached the building, I looked around again. It didn't look like anything had happened earlier today. No evidence of any violence or anything. Just a nice quaint little Olde Town neighborhood. I went inside and sat at the bar.
A waitress walked up and took my order. I always ordered the same thing, so her taking my order was just professional courtesy. She knew I was going to get an iced coffee with caramel. I looked around the coffee house and then out the window again. Every time I thought I saw someone walk by, I looked to the window hoping it would be Jonathan. "Here's your drink hon." said the waitress. I took a sip and it wasn't the same as I usually ordered it. "Hey Joanne, did you do extra caramel?" She shook her head, "No. You didn't ask for it." I smiled, "But I always get it." She shrugged her shoulders. "How am I supposed to know that?"
Oh. That's right. My new tag says I'm Eric. "Hey Joanne, have you seen a tall dark and handsome come in? His name is Jonathan." She shook her head, "Nope. I don't know any Jonathan. And I always remember a tall, dark, and handsome." I smiled slightly but sadly. "What about Mark? He was a regular of yours and always talked good about you. He ordered the same drink as me. He was in his 40's, tall, dark, kinda cute in his own way." She shook her head, "Sorry hon... I only know one Mark and he's short and blonde and lives in Sector 13." I started to tear up... what happened? She looked sympathetically at me, "Sweetie... I'm so sorry. Did you recently re-spawn?" I nodded. And she smiled sadly. "Oh poor child... Jonathan... he... he sounds cute. Is he a cutie?" She attempted a better smile. I slightly chuckled. "Yeah, he's gorgeous." I responded.
"Ugh gross. Mixed company? Hello? Keep it to yourself." said the man two seats down from me. He had a sort of rectangular spiral tattoo on his cheek. He was one of the hunters. "That's you're fucking problem." I hissed.
"I'm on break. Just... just fuck off." he responded and went back to his large mug of whatever he was drinking. I told the waitress I would like to pay and she tapped her watch against mine. After hitting the confirmation screens, I was on my way back out to search for Jonathan.
I must have been deeply lost in thought when I smacked into another person walking on the other side of the sidewalk. "Oh God, I'm such a klutz. I'm so sorry." I looked into the face of the other man. He was attractive... brownish red hair. Green eyes. He stared at me for a second and smiled a sort of sexy smile that seemed familiar. "No no, it's okay. It's my fault. I was listening to this NetCast and not paying attention." He tapped on his temple twice to turn off whatever NetCast he was listening to. I smiled to him, "I was in my own world. Sorry about that..." He smiled again and straightened out my jacket collar. "It's okay. The pleasure is mine." I smiled back, "Well have a good day." and I continued my search for Jonathan.
I stopped by the house, but no one was there. I went to all of our favorite places and still nothing. Three hours had passed and I wasn't having any luck. I only knew that because of my watch. The day cycle rarely changed here. Everything was still silvery and shiny from the rain. The sky was still bright yet overcast. The air was still damp and freezing. I eventually just started walking aimlessly, not quite sure what to do or where to go next. I went towards where I re-spawned.
As I walked to the bus stop that was only a couple of blocks away, I saw a familiar face. He smiled and waved to me. "Strange running into you again." he said. I smiled sadly, "Yeah, kind of!" He watched me for a few seconds and then asked, "Are you waiting for the bus?" I shook my head and he laughed. "Me neither. Sometimes I just like to come here and sit. People watch. Something about this spot... I feel like I'm waiting for something. Someone. Odd that you should show up. You look like you're having a rough day though. Wanna talk about it?"
I thought about it for a second. "No, but thank you. Just having a bad day." He smiled warmly, not at all phased by me saying no. "Hey, it's okay. Bad days happen. Good days happen. Then bad days happen again, only for good days to happen again. But hey, without the bad days, what would we have to compare the good days to? They would just be... days." I laughed and smiled for real this time. "That's true!" I said, feeling suddenly happy. "Thanks for that. I appreciate it." He smiled back and held his gaze a bit longer than most people and I felt flush with excitement. "Well, it was seeing you again. Take care!" I said. He smiled, "Absolutely! The pleasure was mine!" and with that, I walked away. I had to find Jonathan.
