Author: SkyTate
Title:a Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere
Summary: feeling empty after the love of his life left him, Sky's life becomes unbearable to live. After almost attempting suicide, a young guy will show him that nothing is lost for him… (Sky\Bridge - Sky\Casey SLASH!)
Pairing: Sky\Bridge - Sky\Casey
Rate: K+
A\N: who ever thought about Sky and Casey together? You know that I'm crazy….
a Melody Softly Soaring Through My Atmosphere
By
SkyTate
-Chapter 1: I Guess This is it-
My life closed twice before its close;
It yet remains to see
If Immortality unveil
A third event to me,
So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
As these that twice befell.
Parting is all we know of heaven,
And all we need of hell.
~Emily Dickinson
Sky pushes his chair back and stands up abruptly, the legs making a loud squeak on the kitchen floor. "Wait, what are you talking about," he demands, hands reaching out to grip the top of the chair. "What procedure? I don't understand."
Bridge flinches at the sudden movement but keeps his eyes fixed on the tabletop, rubbing his palms back and forth over his thighs. "You know," he mumbles, "the one that's been on the news?"
Sky just stares at him, jaw clenched tightly. Bridge doesn't look up as he continues, "The one that they've been testing on trauma patients. It does the targeted memory removal and they just opened it up to the public so—"
"So what, you thought you'd just erase me?" Sky grits out cutting him off, breaths coming fast and shallow and knuckles turning white with his grip.
"No, that's not it!" Bridge yells out, raising his voice for the first time since their argument started. He looks up finally, his eyes large and glassy, pain and what looks a lot like fear etched into the lines of his face. "It – it was supposed to just get rid of the bad memories! All the fighting we've been doing, how much we've been hurting each other. I didn't know it could… that there might be side effects." He turns his hands in his lap, staring back down into his open palms like he's hoping to find some answers there.
Sky tries to take a deep breath, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He can feel the sting of tears burning behind his eyelids and he squeezes his eyes shut tighter, refusing to let them fall. "So what happens now?" he asks, even though he already understands and doesn't want to hear the answer anyway.
Bridge doesn't speak or move for a long time, instead just letting his own tears fall hot down his face, small choked whimpers escaping from the back of his throat. Sky sits down across from him again, his hands reaching out across the table hesitantly. Bridge nods silently, hands moving on top of the table and slipping into Sky's waiting palms. "They called it 'progressive specific amnesia'," he says, barely a whisper.
Sky squeezes his hands gently, tears slipping from the corners of his eyes, unable to hold them back any longer as he waits for the rest. "So it won't be all at once," Bridge continues, voice still quiet and uncharacteristically flat. "I've already started forgetting things, what we did last night, what we ate. It might take a few weeks before I forget everything, and generally it works backwards – the newest memories disappearing first. And it's specific, so… so that means…" he trails off, afraid to say out loud what they already know.
"That it'll only be memories that involve me." Sky finishes when Bridge doesn't, needing to actually hear the words so he can process them fully.
Bridge closes his eyes, unable to look at Sky as he confirms with a shaky, "Sorry".
They sit in silence for a few minutes, nothing but the sounds of their unsteady breathing and the whir of the refrigerator surrounding them. "We could have just worked through it," Sky states finally, sounding more resigned than anything. "Like all the other times, we would have made it work."
Bridge smiles at him, small and sad. "I was tired of being miserable," he says. "I thought if I got rid of the bad, we could go back to how we were." He tightens his grip on Sky's hands and adds, "I know I was wrong."
"We can still make it work, even after…" Sky offers, fighting the dizzy feeling building in the front of his skull. "It'll be hard, but that's what you do right? Love is hard – you just have to work even harder for it sometimes."
"This hard?" Bridge asks, his empty tone knocking the breath out of Sky. "I… I don't know a lot about love, but I don't think it's supposed to be this hard. I don't think we should have to work this hard."
Sky stares at Bridge, his eyes pleading in a way those words can't. "I would," he insists, trying to ward off the panic engulfing him. "I would because I love you."
Bridge gives a final squeeze before letting go of Sky's hands and standing, turning toward the door before he can second-guess his decision. He stops with his hand on the doorknob and looks over his shoulder one last time. "And I won't, because I love you more," he says, opening the door.
The words ring out in the room even after Sky hears the door close and when they finally stop, so does his world…
