The Dull Ache That Engulfs You

Sorry, added more drama and angst to this one, and I apologise if I write some of the characters oddly, i really struggled at times. Promise you that after this it can only get better.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately do not own any of the Emmerdale cast, (though I wish I did ;))

Chapter 2

He could feel his feet running heavy on the ground, and the tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He was calling out his lover's name as he came to a stop at the graveyard. At the one place his heart was telling to go whilst it was breaking into a million pieces.

Jackson Walsh

5th August 1989 - 30th October 2010

'A loving son and boyfriend who suffered greatly

and be remember by all that met him.'

He felt as if his heart had stopped as he broke down at his boyfriend's final resting place. He wanted to be with him, wherever he now may be.

Suddenly, he was no longer there, but running along the road as he heard a terrifying smashing noise, knowing instantly what had been hit. His Jay. It was his Jay. He began shouting his name, praying that he could hear him and respond.

"Jackson... Jackson...Jay?"

Aaron twisted in the covers as his dream brought around scenarios that had and might still happen, but he was unaware of the body watching over him as he cried in his sleep.

"Aaron, wake up. Hey, wake up Aaron"

He was startled to say the least at the appearance of Paddy's voice, the love and care emitting from his pseudo father's eyes, but wasn't the eyes, the face that he was so desperate to see.

"Aaron, it was just a dream, everything will be alright"

"But it's not, it never will be whilst Jackson is rotting in the ground whilst everyone expects me to move on!"

Ratty about being woken up, the anger over the false reassurances and the desperate need to be away from the room, the bed he shared with Jackson, he ran past Paddy, down the stairs and out into the night, ignoring the desperate calls coming from Smithy Cottage.

He found himself at the pavilion, and suddenly realised that it wasn't just his tears that were dampening his cheeks. He pulled the clothing he had on a little a tighter around his body, but soon stopped abruptly. The shirt, he was still wearing the shirt. The red colouring had grown darker from the rain, and Aaron quickly noticed that the shirt was losing its owner's scent. Scared about the one piece he had of his lover, his soul mate left, placed it under the t-shirt he had on, to protect it for as long as he could.

But as much as he tried, he couldn't stop the patter of the water and the storm brewing overhead. And as a flash of lightning happened to strike the field affront of him, he realised the honest truth.

He needed to return to his true love. He needs to escape this world.

But Aaron knew he had to keep the promise that always cropped up in his mind, and knew no one he knew would do what he wanted, what he longed for out of his own free will.

And as a clap of thunder boomed from the clouds above, it came to Aaron like the lightning beforehand.

Turning back towards the village, to Smithy, he let his plan brew in his brain, He would have to make sure the words he used were perfect. Timing would be everything to ensure it worked. He knew he would break some people's hearts, but their quick grief would be over long before his would be.

He knew now how to get what he wanted, and done with precision, he would be back in Jackson's arms above the reality, the torture of the real world.

I again apologise about the shockingness of this chapter, and the overload of angst. I'm afraid it will continue into the next chapter when it is done, but I will try and cheer it up once I know where to take it after that. If anyone has any ideas than please let me know. R&R and thanks for taking the time to read this.