My fingers curled around the black painted ones that I was so used to being laced with my own before a show, keeping me together before I had to face the Idol stage alone. But, I was never really alone. The charm that Adam gave me hung around my neck, reminding me that my best friend was always with me, no mater what I had to face, no matter the mountains I had to climb; he would always be there for me. That's why I refused to move from the spot next to his bedside, no matter how damn uncomfortable the plastic hospital chair might be. I had to be there for him; he would always be there for me. He promised.
"God damn it, Adam," I muttered under my breath, my heart beating wildly in a small state of panic as I pressed our laced hands up to my forehead, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over my closed eyes. "You promised. You promised you would never leave me. You promised you would always be there. You promised you would be the strong one, just for me... You promised you would always love me..." My own desperate, slightly angry whispers burned at my eyes, making a few salty tears fall from the golden brown pools of swirling emotions. Though, I was breaking my own promise to never cry when he was around. A broken promise for another broken promise, I suppose.
Time passed slowly, but I hadn't noticed, my eyelids growing heavier by the passing seconds in my head. Soon, my head was slumped against the side of the hospital sheets, messy, dirty brown spikes settling into the white sheets. A sixth 'Adam sense' bubbled in my chest, stirring me from my uncomfortable, miserable nap.
Soft, blue eyes watched me, filled with confusion, fear but most of all, pain. "Are you in pain, sweetheart?" I asked, my eyebrows scooting together in confusion as I broke eye contact, eyes scanning over the other male's body, checking for any signs that he was in physical pain. If he was awake, the pain medication probably wore off as well...
"You broke your promise," he murmured, freeing his hand from mine to brush his thumb under my eyes, catching the built up tears and forcing them to cascade down my checks in an emotional waterfall.
"You broke yours," I whispered in reply, letting my eyes fall shut as the emotions washed over me. Relief, sadness, pain... It took me a moment before I found my composure, opening my eyes, blinking in surprise at the sight of the rocker's own tears of torment.
"I'm sorry." His voice cracked along with my heart, leaving a gashing, pulsing wound in my chest.
Tenderly scooting up on the hospital bed next to the raven haired angel, I cradled his head against my plaid covered chest, hushing him quietly. "It's alright, Adam. It's not your fault..." My soft mutters only brought more tears out of my best friend, soaking the front of my shirt. I didn't mind, though...
The seconds passed as Adam drifted in and out of sleep, his weak, pale arms curled around my waist the best he could with all of the wires and tubes attached to him. My fingers continuously ran through his dyed black locks, reminding me that, like his hair color, this condition of his was only temporary, but our friendship, our love was permanent.