Nothing truly lasted forever and that was very true. Forever was complicated especially if one wasn't ready to let go and move on with their lives. Murdoc tried to move on, he moved to the middle of nowhere, to the end of the Earth to forget about crazed hippies, dead teenage guitarist, and blue haired morons that he had dated. He had done well enough for the first year or so; he had enjoyed being along with nothing but alcohol, drugs, and his own ever growing insanity. That was until the loneliness kicked in, the loneliness that caused him to contact the blue haired moron he had dated and treated like shit near the end. He had tried calling him, talking to him on the phone, but it had never worked because he wouldn't answer or he would hang up quickly after a second or so of hearing Murdoc speak. If he couldn't get the singer to talk to him over the phone like an average human being then he'd bring him to the island whether he liked it or not.

For the first month and a half they didn't speak. Murdoc went about his usual business while 2D remained locked in his room probably thinking over the many different ways that he hated the older man. He'd said that years ago that he had hated him; he'd told him that when he found out it was Murdoc's fault that Noodle had died. He'd been saying it ever since that day, at first it had hurt, but once some time had passed it did nothing to him.

It wasn't like they talked much now; only pieces of conversation over songs and the construct of things that they were working on, but for the most part 2D was quiet because he really just didn't give a fuck about the project or about Murdoc. It was amazing how little but how much 2D had changed; he looked healthier, apparently he'd stopped with the pill abuse as well over the years that they had been apart, he had grown his hair out some, he wasn't as pathetically thin, and apparently he had tried his hand at acting and modeling in their time apart. He constantly liked to inform Murdoc about how nice life had been until Murdoc fucked everything up for him, again.

He remembered how years ago the singer looked at him with love, but now all of that was replaced with hate and resentment.

"We wouldn't be here if you hadn't fucked everything up." 2D said one evening while they were going over songs the bassist had written in drunken stupors.

"You keep on saying that doesn't change much."

Murdoc examined the cigarette he held between his fingers. 2D was sitting opposite of him on the floor busy with music sheets, not even looking in the older man's direction.

"This place is horribly depressing and you look like hell. Like seriously you look like hell, like something spat out of there or something." He said just barely glancing up at the older man.

His aqua hair hung in fringes over his face, Murdoc reached his hand out pushing the locks of hair out of the younger man's face.

"Don't do that"

"Do what?"

"Touch me"

"Right, do you hate me?"

"Yeah I do" He tried to sound convincing but it fell short.

"Liar, bad one at that."

"Sod off, we wouldn't be here if you weren't such a bastard. You never cared about any of us, we're just pawns to you; like this is all some weird game and you don't care what happens to anybody just so long as you win."

Murdoc took one last drag on his cigarette before stubbing it out in the ashtray that sat beside him on the dirtied pink carpet.

"I lost the game though, didn't I?"

2D looked up at him confused.

"I lost our guitarist, I lost you, and I lost my soul; I'm living out in bum fuck nowhere with a bloke who hates my guts and a mentally ill robot. I think I basically lost the fucking game, don't you think? I love the analogy though, it's smart for you."

He saw something change just the smallest bit in this black eyes, 2D went back to work.

"Why did you write these songs?"

"Hell if I know, we need a come back don't we?"

"You never write stuff like this, you usually write shallow crap."

"People change" He said shrugging

"You're not even a person anymore are you? I mean you don't have a soul, you fucking lost it, are you even alive; you're just some creature or whatever, so how the fuck can you write songs like these?"

The anger was evident, the fear, and the confusion. He never meant to scare him; he just meant to get rid of himself.

"I'm not that dead you know I can feel if I couldn't feel then I wouldn't need to be plastered all of the time. If I couldn't feel, if I was really truly dead then I wouldn't hate how much you hate me."

"Do you still love me?" 2D whispered.

"Y-yeah, yes I do."

2D shook his head as if denying the response.

He looked up at the older man, his eyes were sad, he was sad; this whole situation was sad.

"You're just some crazy old demonic man who thinks that he loves me."

It sounded so sure even if it was such bull shit.

Murdoc moved closer to him, 2D didn't move away he kept his eyes on the older man's waiting for whatever would come next.

"Do you even know why I'm keeping you here?"

"You're selfish, you don't respect boundaries, you're some weird monster, and you're just generally crazy."

Murdoc shook his head.

"You could leave, I'd even give you the fucking keys; you know you can leave, you aren't that dull. I keep you here, because I-I changed my mind about this; all of this, I'm scared if you really want the truth. You're the only person I've had and the only one I still want, I love you I think I love you as much as I can anyways."

2D smiled sadly.

"You told me never trust a demon, to never trust you."

"I'm yours you know, I need you."

He felt desperate; fear still lingered in his mind when he thought about their situation.

2D placed his hand on the older man's cheek his fingers brushing over his skin.

"You feel warm" He whispered.

Murdoc laughed, "What did you expect?"

The younger man shrugged.

The green skinned man moved closer their faces only an inch or two apart, he paused waiting for any reaction to tell him to back off now. Fingers tangled in his greasy black hair pulling him in closer, lips pressed against his, and for the first time in years he felt human.

'I'll be your liqour bathing your soul

Juice that's pure

And I'll be your anchor you'll never leave

Shores that cure'