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Waylon wasn’t really sleeping, just letting his thoughts swim by. Laying in icy snow, trying not to collapse from heavy, as well as dry eyelids. Maybe he should just close his eyes, and sleep. He knew better than that, besides it wasn’t going to help. Even if he was dressed in a thick coat, a soft furry scarf and a hat shielding his head like a pillow helmet, his body was slowly turning cold from the fresh icy weather and raw ground. Fingers and cheeks where hurting from the cold sensation, but he ignored the feeling.
Waylon could feel his face turning red, with a pinching feeling dancing over his exposed face. He deserved it in some way. It was somehow his fault, maybe if he had played along a little longer... He would not had cheated on him. ‘No that’s wrong, it wasn’t your fault’ Waylon thought, trying to cheer himself up, but he could still feel the warm tears fall, digging into his cold cheeks like knives.
Jeremy….had always been a huge jerk, constantly flirting with attractive women. Waylon missed the warmth from the mornings they would wake up an- NO! Waylon knew he was getting lost in his thoughts again. Waylon had a hard time looking on the bright side, but he would still miss him. All the ‘happiness’, the ‘passion’ and ‘emotion’ had just been a facade. Waylon had to see behind it for once. Jeremy had been an abusive and arrogant partner, wanting to control Waylon’s life. Hitting him and saying he was being ‘Disrespectful’, slowly destroying Waylon’s sensitive mind, easily losing who he was in the cruel acts by his ex-boyfriend. Jeremy Blaire, too proud to see what he was truly doing to his lover.
The thoughts of watching his bruised body in the mirror after a fight was too much for Waylon. Waylon closed his eyes and lifted the right arm to cover his face form images of blue and purple uneven circles. He wanted to feel protected. But what if the only person who made you feel that, was the one hurting you, What can you do? Weeping did nothing! Oh god, how he missed him. Mostly their happy moments together, before it all went to hell. The days he would steal a kiss while making coffee or wrapping his slender arms around his robust neck.
“Argh! I have to stop all these foolish thoughts.” Waylon mumbled and made a gross sound with his nose. “Heh, call me stupid, but it was him being the dumb ass”. To think that he was going to spend New Year’s Eve alone, drinking a whole bottle of champagne by himself and now, well … Now he was laying in the snow, drunk in the darkest area of the park.
He was supposed to be at that New Year’s party that Lisa had invited him to, but he knew Jeremy was going to be there as well, with his new lover. Lisa had tried to force Waylon countless times to join her. However, she understood why Waylon did not agree to go. He just wanted to be alone.
How long had he been laying on the hard ground haft asleep anyway? He guessed it must be a long time, because he was freezing his balls off... “I should walk around for a bit”. Waylon took a deep breath, and while blowing out, he swung himself up to sit. Opening his eye, looking in to nothing but darkness.
In the distance, you could hear the fireworks exploding across the sky. It had been doing that for some time now, Waylon had been too occupied with his thoughts to notice it before. Walking down to the tiny lake close to the middle, he felt a little overwhelmed by the surrounding environment. Even with a frozen lake and naked trees… The park was still quite stunning. It felt like a save heaven… heh especially with all this sparking snow.
Waylon took a deep breath, feeling the freezing cold melting together with the heat of his lungs. His thoughts was slowly turning calm again, sometimes it felt like there was a war inside his head, giving him an headache. He enjoyed the newly relaxing emotion.
He lazily walked around the lake, around and around, repeatedly. Eventually he found himself strolling over the tiny bridge, just wandering around with an empty brain. Stopping right at the middle, leaning of the railing and looking over the idyllic environment once again.
He didn’t know why, it just took his breath away leaving him in a rather magical state. He wasn’t really thinking of anything, just looking and listening. Waylon took a small step back, still keeping his hands tight around the railing and leaned back. His drunkenness was slowing working its way out of his system or maybe it was his imagination. He felt a lot more awake and fresh than before. His eyes were still heavy and sore, but somehow more awake.
The bridge creaked loudly behind Waylon. Breaking his slowly upcoming thoughts. He almost fell backwards from the unexpected loud sound. He quickly turn around, and saw a tall broad man, who looked just as surprised as Waylon did. They looked at one another, but it was too dark to see a detailed face.
“I…I am terribly sorry that I frightened you, I did not expect someone standing here so late”. Said the unfamiliar person breaking the building awkwardness. Waylon just looked at the stranger, saying nothing. He just smiled an awkward smile, probably looking stupid as hell.
“By all means, Happy New Years! Mind if I join you’re…um, whatever you were doing?” The stranger walked closer, with a mellow smile on his lips. “Oh, yeah um it...it is a…a public bridge after all. I, I was just thinking of stuff anyways” Waylon haven’t talked to any other than himself, for the last couple of weeks. It felt strange having some sort of conversation. He had been texting, but not answering his phone or door. Now that the newcomer was standing closer to Waylon, he could study his face a little more… but only in profile. His jaw were emphasized and strong, his nose were a little big, but it were indicated well. He was larger than Waylon. The stranger turned to Waylon, breaking his observations.
“Stunning evening isn’t it?” The voice that left the lips form the man was ravishing and remarkable. However, it was also homely and it was deep and dense. “Mmh, it’s very pleasant. Calm and unspoiled” Waylon thought he sounded awkward compared to him. It still felt bizarre to talk, and much more with someone, he did not know. Well this man was just trying to be nice, spreading the cheer of New Year’s Eve.
“What makes you come here on such an eventful evening? If I may ask?” He said as he bend down, to be as the same level as Waylon. Looking in to Waylon’s Green and brownish eyes. The stranger had noticed the redness and swollen eyes of the much shorter man beside him. Obviously, he had been crying a great amount of tears. They didn’t share a word, unstill Waylon broke the silence.
“…. Um I have had a rather… relaxing evening, thanks for asking!” Waylon knew he didn’t sound anything near convincing, but why would anybody care. Not even answering the question right. He was just a meat suit to be tossed around with. He was a zero, a weakling, a nobody. The sudden negative thoughts gave a hopelessness feeling, giving him tears in his already sore eyes. He looked away from the stranger’s electric blue eyes, his attention now on the frozen plates on the lake.
“I know it might not be my business. But your eye are so swollen, it looks like they are going to pop any minute” he chuckled, not in a mean way. A more worried way, if that is even possible.
“No, no. It is okay. I’m not used to strangers showing care.” Waylon wiped his eyes, with his sleeves. Sniffed, and looked at the Stranger once more, as tears rapidly fell down his cheeks, uncontrollable. The stranger’s eye widened with concern, and felt a horrible guilt, as if he had just hit the smaller man. Waylon cried in a hyperventilated way, making him unable to talk. “Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I did not mean to be impolite. I just… thought…I’m sorry” The man touched Waylon’s upper arm, and Waylon felt the clothing under his coat successfully getting stuck to his self-made open cuts. He jumped from the sting and tried to speak.
“It…it has nothing to do with you. I…. I was already a…So… sobbing mess before YOU SHOWED UP. Ohm god, why do you even care?” It was hard to get the words out, so Waylon had to scream some of them out. His drunkenness was affecting his emotions, he wasn’t thinking straight.
“What’s your name?” The stranger looked Waylon deep into his eyes, with a serious glance. Now holding both his hands on Waylon’s slender shoulders. “Waylon. My name is Waylon Park” He said still crying heavily.
“Okay Waylon, I’m Eddie I just want to help you. Try to relax. Take deep breaths, slowly. There you go” Waylon followed the stranger’s advice, and took a deep breath with his nose, closing his eyes. He did it until his breathing was under control. “Good. How about this? We go grab some food, and maybe talk for a while. How does that sound?” You could hear the concern and the smile in his voice, and it calm Waylon somehow. He just nodded and smiled weakly.
They slowly started to walk out of the park, Waylon lean up against the stranger side. He was to drunk and tried to think of what he was doing.
He just wanted to forget this awkward encounter.