Just a short snippet of the moment where Elliot finally met Tyrell again.
I'M LOOKING FOR TYRELL WELLICK
This was it.
The moment.
The moment he's always been dreading.
Or has he been looking forward to it? He didn't know.
But what does it matter now anyway? It's here now, whether he liked it or not.
He was staring into the face of the one person he's been so very desperate to find. The one person he's been looking for for months now.
Desperate because he needed answers.
Or was there another reason? He didn't know.
But what does it matter anyway?
His face looked familiar; different but familiar. It kind of felt like he was coming home.
Why did he feel like that? It scared him, made him feel uneasy, because this wasn't something that he could control.
It was like his body was betraying him.
Like it has already done so many times before.
"Elliot!," the face of the man in front of him lit up with joy and he came charging towards him. Was he gonna touch him? Was he gonna hug him?
He felt himself tense up as Tyrell came closer, his body preparing itself for the agony that was about to come.
But it didn't come. The agony, that is.
Nothing, not even any discomfort. That was weird, wasn't it?
What do you make of that? You've known me long enough. Tell me.
There it was again. The same feeling as before, the feeling of being home.
God, he'd missed him!
What was that? Did he just think that?
He wanted it to stop, all of it. He had never felt like this before, this was completely new to him; he couldn't assess it, he couldn't control it.
Was it good?
Was he okay?
Did he need medical assistance?
"God, it feels so good to finally be able to see you again!," he could feel Tyrell speaking next to his ear as he loosened his embrace.
"Why won't you say anything?," Tyrell looked at him enquiringly. "Elliot?"
"Hello…", he said slowly, still feeling like he was in a daze, like this was all just another one his mind games. "Tyrell...".
´I'm looking for Tyrell Wellick. I'm looking for Tyrell Wellick. I'm looking for Tyrell Wellick. I'm looking for Tyrell Wellick.´
God, make it stop!
Those voices in his head, never shutting up, never leaving him alone.
Always repeating the same sentence, over and over again.
His sentence.
His request.
And now it would finally stop being a request. He wouldn't have to say these words in that order ever again. It was over.
The search for the one man who had all the answers.
The one man that made him forget this pit of darkness, this huge void in his body.
The one man that made him not feel the excruciating loneliness.
"I….. I need to know...", he stared at him with his eyes wide open and his hands clenched. "I need to know what… happened."
"Of course you do, Elliot," Tyrell responded while reaching for the other man's hand. "And I'm finally able to tell you everything."
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