Tattoo In My Heart

by lollyunicorn

A year passed. Then two. Then the third year crept up on Ian, and he was sure he would never see Anthony again. The words coming out of Anthony's mouth "I'll come back. I promise" had made Ian so sure. Then again, Ian's unconditional love for Anthony had grown too strong to doubt that he would come back. [WARNING: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE; DRINKING; MAJORRRR IANTHONY]

1. Chapter 1

"ANTHONY!" I tried yelling, but it wouldn't come out as I expected. I tried running, but the more I tried, the more I got stuck in this nightmare. Then it happened. The thing I dreaded seeing. He collapsed. Like a rag doll falling from it's owner's grip, just falling like a lifeless corpse. I couldn't breathe. My eyes filled with tears until I couldn't see. I couldn't even blink. The tears ran down my cheek, down onto my neck, and onto my ripped shirt. That was when I could run. I sprinted towards him. I sprinted, but the path just got longer. "PLEASE! ANTHONY!" It felt like hours until I finally reached him. Everything was in slow motion and my vision was caught off guard. What felt like a puncture in my heart, was a broken heart. The lifeless body of Anthony Padilla, right in front of me. My knees gave up and fell next to him, my torso hovering above him. My hands cupped my face, and my head fell onto his chest as I wept, trying to get him to wake up, but I knew he wouldn't. He would stay in the trance of death. I screamed, because I knew no one could hear me. I screamed as loud as I could. I pounded the floor with my fists until they ripped and left my hands raw. I cried his name as much as I could, believing he would wake up, but he didn't. He never will.

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I woke up with sweat dripping down my forehead. I felt out of breath and looked around for my inhaler. I crawled over to it, grabbed it, and breathed in. I felt my eyes puffy, probably from the crying. I put my hand to my heart, and felt it pounding like it was trying to escape. Like it was trying to escape the feeling, the thoughts and the sadness of the recurring nightmare. I looked over to the clock, and it read 4:16am

I was never sure why I had that nightmare every so often, but I hated it. I hated it so much. Three years without Anthony have been three years of hell. Don't get me wrong, Kalel is an amazing girl, but he left me. He left me on October 17, 2014. A week after the marriage I have been dreading since July of 2013. It's been three years, 5 months, three days and counting since I have last gotten contact of Anthony.