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There was nothing, except darkness from every side. Not even a single light sources, not a single sound. Lance looked around, he had thousands of questions in his head. ,,Where he is?” ,,Why is he here?” ,,Is there anybody else?” He started running, searching for… anything.
He could hear his heart beating far to fast. His lips were slightly parted, quick and brief breath escaped from between them. He started panic. Lance don’t know how long he was already running, adrenaline gave him strength in his legs. He began to feel pressure in his lungs, but he don’t stop scurry. He need to find out where he is and how get out of here. Now even the stupidest and strangest answer would satisfy him, just anything. He can’t stay here for the rest of his life, all alone.
Another step and suddenly he felt, his foot slump over and he lost the ground under his legs. In an instant a loud bang reverberate and he sense huge pain in his body. Lance groan in distress. But even despite the pain, he rose up from the floor. His whole body was sore, he felt almost every muscle in his body. Lance knew that this tumble would leave more than one bruise. His hair got messed up during the fall, and the end of his hair started falling into his eyes. He ran his hand through his hair, and then he saw it. A red string tied to his pinkie. He looked at it, really confused. Another question arose in his mind. Another question arose in his mind. A barely audible ,,What?” came out of his mouth. Then he felt a sudden jerk, strong enough to make him take a few steps forward. The string kept pulling and he follow it obediently. Hoping that what he found at the end would answer at least one of his questions.
Time passed, Lance didn’t knows is that was seconds, minutes, hours, or even days, but he still keep walking. The only thing he heard was the echoing sound of his footsteps. He looked at this red string, just like it would answer every question of the world and even more, although it hasn’t helped so far, it’s only add more questions. With every step his curiosity increased, with every breath excitation grow, with every passed second annoyance also quicken, because the string had no end, it seemed to stretch forever.
And then he suddenly bump into something, or rather somebody. He looked up from the string, and then he saw him. A man, probably similar age to him. He view to him, so carefully just like he was an outstanding work of art. ance felt an unimaginable need to memorize every feature of his face, just like fore-feel he would forgot him in every second, and because of some unknown even for Lance reason, he loathe the idea of forgetting that man.
That man was taller than him by just a few centimeter, the difference was practically imperceptible, but Lance noticed it. He have black hair, cut in a mullet, and his eyes have such an unusual color. It seemed to be downright unrealistic – dark-lilac, they could appear black, but Lance know that they aren’t, even if there are dimly around and he barely see his own hands. His complexion was really light, almost white, like swan’s plumage, and a scar ran halfway down his cheek. The scars would have disfigured anyone else, but not him. In his case, the scar actually made him even more handsome. In Lance’s eyes that man was perfect, and when he thought it couldn't get any better, his gaze rested on his lips and in that moment his heart beats faster. His lips was perfect, he had a piercing in a bottom lip, and this left one question in the Latino's mind. What it would be like to kiss him. When McClain only look at him, in his mind set in peace, every obsessive thought was gone as if had never meant anything. Every single intrusive thought was replaced by blissful serenity. His body relaxed at surprisingly fast pace, a wave of pleasant and appease warmth passed through his entire body. He wasn’t alone, he wasn’t cursed with loneliness. The stranger man grabbed his hand and then Lance felt a pleasant tingling sensation as his fingertips touched his palm. That was as if an electric shiver ran through his body, but that was delightful and beatific feeling. It was such a pleasurable feeling that you could lose yourself in. No, you couldn't get lost in it, you had to get lost in it. That was more glorious than any other feeling he ever had, and probably would ever have. That feeling was so magnificent that he could become addicted to it.
McClain looked at their connected hand and then he notice it. The other end of the string was tied to the man’s finger. Another questions arose in his mind. His gaze flicked from the stranger’s hand to his face. Lance open his mouth to ask any of his questions, but although his lips moved, no words or even sounds come out of his throat, just like he had become mute in that moment. He grabbed his throat and took three steps back. the black-haired man disappeared in one short moment. Lance was left alone once again. As soon as the man’s dark-lilac eyes vanished from his field of vision he felt an unimaginable pain in the left side of his chest. The distress was so intense that he double over and fell to his knees. With each passing second his breathing was faster, the pain intensified, and his vision became blurred as tears welled up in his eyes.
Lance rapidly open his eyes and sat up, he was still really confused, he wasn't sure what was happening around him, what had happened, or where he was. He looked around the dimly lit room, the only light there was the moonlight streaming in through the small, open window. That wasn’t much but enough to illuminate the Latino’s sweat-dampened skin. One little gust of wind was sufficient to send shivers through his entire body. Lance put his feet on the cold floor and as quietly as he could so not to wake his roommate went to close the window. When he do that, he couldn't don’t look at his little finger. He don’t know why, but he tried to detect that red string. He felt like that string was there, but he just couldn’t see it. He clutched his heart, feeling a strange and oppressive feeling, like emptiness and… longing? Lance felt like something cold run down his cheeks. He rubbed his face with his hand and he was even more surprised when he saw tears on his palm.
“Fuck. Lance, what is wrong with you?” he whispered to himself. He grabbed his phone from the desk, to check what time is it. His face twisted into a grimace as the bright light from the phone blinded him slightly. 5.33 a.m. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath as his heart pounded like crazy. Lance was certain of one thing: he wasn’t be able to sleep again tonight.