A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for completely disappearing on you! I've taken on A LOT of kinda big projects all at the same time because I'm just intelligent like that so that's why I haven't had much time for anything. :P Anyways, here is my triumphant (for me anyways) return to WiPS! Hope y'all enjoy and I swear I'll try harder not to update only once a month. No promises though. :P
"The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence." – Edward Thomas
It's been a week now since Castiel has seen the boy with the sad eyes and it's left an odd sort of ache in his chest that he hasn't felt before. It is this constant thing that steals away his attention at the most inopportune of moments and no matter how hard he tries, he can't focus on anything lately, no matter how important.
As a result his father has sent him upstairs early today, before the shop was scheduled to close with a soon to be black eye and a heavy serving of guilt. Usually he would spend this time burying his nose in a book or daydreaming about what it might feel like to have Sad Eyes lips brush his ear as he whispers a secret that only they share, but tonight it feels as though his dream world has fractured a bit and instead he falls into bed with a whump, not bothering to undress.
Castiel is content to just roll over and let his subconscious take over for the next few hours, hopefully to bring him something nice to think about, but just as his eyes are beginning to close, his breathing beginning to slow a small, sharp sound cracks across the room from his window. Curious, he perks his ears as it is repeated again and again in quick succession. He frowns as he slowly creeps toward the window and opens it to peer down at the most dark and quiet streets.
Shifting back and forth, from foot to foot, Sad Eyes is standing just outside the shop with a handful of rocks and a sheepish smile. And finally, finally Castiel gets to hear him speak… and it is breathtaking. His voice is husky and hushed, something akin to nervousness or thrill making it thin and maybe a little higher than usual, "Come down! I need to see you."