Edit: I've reposted the first three chapters. Nothing much has changed; I've only included a title in each chapter and changed some very minor things.
Chapter one: Silence
It was silent. Too silent.
Normally, a silence wouldn't be uncomfortable. In fact, they would both feel very comfortable. Many evenings, they had relished each other's company without speaking a word. It was a sign that words or actions were not needed to create an enjoyable atmosphere.
But now, when his eyes were staring at the familiar carpet, he thought – again – whether he had chosen the right path. The sentences were very logical when they were spoken in his mind. But, when uttered, they were anything but coherent. It wouldn't surprise him if he had voiced nonsense and muttered incomplete words.
He quickly closed his eyes and tensed his body.
This was not going well. Not at all.
The other didn't show any outward signs. He sat unmoved, with his mouth closed, his body rigid and his piercing eyes focused on his onyx ones. Even when he told him the details – every detail – the other was still unresponsive: no movement, no sharp intake of a breath, no shifting of the body, no widening of the eyes.
Nothing.
This was not how he had imagined it. There were many scenarios possible, and he had repeated them many times before he decided to see him. But this event, the reality, was new. He had no idea what course of action he should take.
This was a mistake.
A deep, shuddering breath was released, but it did not calm him. No, it agitated him even more. His muscles continued their stretching, his mind continued its many processes and his thoughts were dashing in his crowded head, one thought more troubling than the previous one.
How many minutes had passed already? He had absolutely no idea. It didn't interest him. Nothing interested him. The only thing he wanted to know was his thoughts: what the other was thinking when he entered the well-known room in a distressed way, when he told him his thoughts, when he told him the events, when he had finished his story, when it was silent for many moments...
He wanted to know. He needed to know.
Because... this was all he had left. He was all he had left.