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It was cold.
You would think it’s always hot in hell, but somehow, Vox was cold.
Again.
Valentino was sleeping next to him, still naked. The memories of last night made him naseous. He just woke up, yet it felt as if he hadn’t rest in months.
Years, maybe.
It was early, really early. Most of hell was prodably still asleep. well, at least those who needed rest to function.
He thought about VoxTech. It was managing better than ever, he was finally at the top and no one could take it away from him.
That was all he ever wanted on Earth.
Yet here, he could never have the only thing he truly cared about.
Before he could stop himself, he felt a tear in the corner of his eye.
Fuck this.
One last time. He promised himself as he was getting dressed.
One last time.
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Alastor was awake. Of course he was, he never slept.
The old builiding of Radio station was mostly desttroyed due to, well, it being hell.
That one room seemed okay. The door were standing in place, a small window let him see a strike of warm lighting coming from the inside.
He held his knuckles in front of the door, ready to knock but to afraid.
The door opened.
”Vincent.”
His name left alastors lips in an, oh, so familiar way.
”Alastor.”
He wasn’t surprised. Fuck, he seemed to xactly know that was gonna happen.
Vox felt more and more disgusted with himself. As always.
”You can come inside.”
Radio Demon sat on his own couch, on the very end, of course.
The studio felt just as it did so many years ago.
Vox sat quietly. He couldn’t find himself to tell Al why he came. Especially because the other knew.
”What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
”Oh please Al, you know why I am here. You can laugh already and tell me to get the fuck out.” He should seem intimidating, he should try to not be a pathetic mess, but he couldn’t. It was so hard pretending in front of Alastor.
”Maybe I should do just that. But I won’t.” His voice was steady, so different from Vincent’s shaky muttering.
“I know. That’s the worst.”
They shared silence. Vox felt warm.
He realised he was crying when he suddenly was unable to take a breath.
”Why couldn’t this work, Al. Why couldn’t we work.” He sobbed. Alastor was looking at him from his edge of the couch. ”I hate waking up beside him when I wish it was you. Why is it not you?”
This moment could ruin everything he built. If the Radio Demon told anyone, if he did just so little as turn on the mic that was sitting just so near them Vox would be ruined.
But Alastor wouldn’t, and he knew that.
”I wouldn’t change for you. For anyone.”
Vox knew that. He never had a chance, Alastor would never be his.
”I can’t… I can’t forget you. Why can’t I forget you, Al?”
”Vincent…”
”I’ll never get away from the sound of your voice.”
Silence.
” Why am I just a fool? Why didn’t I ever mean anything to you Al? And I can’t even be mad because….because I know I’m not worthy of your attention.. And I know that you won’t ever love anyone and that I could never hold you and-„
”Vincent.” Alastor’s voice cut him off. It was neutral, steady. But it felt warm.”You should stop looking for me.You won’t find me in your static, you won’t find me every time you come here, crying. You are pathetic.”
“I know.”
“That’s even worse, disgusting.”
“Can I stay, Alastor?”
First rays of sunshine hit Voxes eyes, and Alastor had to blame his tired mind for catching a glimpse of blue and green.
“Yes.”
Three steps back, once again. Just like the sand getting further away with every wave, far into the horizon.