Dangerous

* End of Alex's flashback story *



"...and that's how it e-ended." Alex was coated in his own tears as sobs began to escape from his mouth, his hands clamped onto Jack's cold ones.

"D-Did you like it? Jack, please wake up." He tugged gently at Jack's hands, wanting nothing more than for him to wake up and fall in his arms again.

The whole story had Alex smiling, angry and crying. He loved telling people about their life, because it was almost mythical how they found love. Of course no one believed that Jack had an evil voice in his head that made him do stuff, which Alex could understand, because how could a perfect man have such a terrible thing like that? It wasn't understandable at all.

They all told Alex to give up, and said that Jack didn't deserve him because of what he had done to Alex. But Alex understood why Jack had hurt him, but they didn't. So he never gave up on believing Jack would finally wake up, because he had hope in him. He had faith.

Being in a coma wasn't what Alex had expected Jack to be in, and honestly, he wishes he could take Jack's place. All the man has had in his life is terrible, and when life started to build up and become happy, it all came tumbling down like a tone of bricks.

Alex has had a happy life, minus his brother dying and never seeing his dad again. He thought: Why can't I be the one in a coma instead of Jack?

Jack's had a terrible life. An abusive dad, a mother that had left, an evil voice in his head, bullied at school, self destruction, depressed, anxiety, and finally lost his dad after he killed himself. It angered Alex that all that happened to Jack, because he believed that he didn't deserve all that pain. He should've been happy, living his life at it's best, but no. He's now in a coma.

All Alex did was drown himself in tears, his hearing being crowded by his own sobs, and an earthquake body.

Reflecting back on his and Jack's life was difficult. There were happy moments here and there, but sad and disastrous things drowned them out, blocking them and hurling them up in a locked, cursed chest. Alex would do anything to get them happy moments back, because he loved them, but now they were forgotten about because everything else clouded on top of it.

He did try his best to bring them back, looking at old photos of him and Jack, but it just wasn't the same without Jack being beside him, telling stupid jokes about how gay they looked. It was moments like that, that Alex wanted back.

"I miss you, y'know. I keep having these crazy dreams that you finally came out off this crazy bed and fell into my arms once again. But...as shit as it is, they were just dreams. Jack, if you don't do anything soon, I'm gonna start losing hope in you." A gasp of air filled his lungs as he broke down again. It was true, though. He was beginning to lose hope in Jack ever coming back. He's been in this bed far too long, and it isn't too long until the run out on money to keep him breathing. He just wanted a sign that Jack would be waking up soon, something to rebuild his hope in Jack. But it looked like nothing was working, and that he'd have to give up.

Alex hated thinking about giving up on his loved one never returning. Giving up wasn't going to change anything. It wasn't going to bring Jack back, neither was not giving up.

Alex didn't know what to do anymore. Everything was fucking his head up, and he just did not know what to do. His tried clearing his thoughts, getting out more; didn't work. Tried looking back on positive things; made him more sad. Tried believing in Jack; slowly draining.

What if Jack was to die? How would Alex cope with all that.

And with them thoughts, he knew he had to keep on believing Jack was gonna wake up, or otherwise, it would destroy him.

"But I don't think that could possibly ever happen for as long as my heart is still with you. I can't let you go, Jack. You can't let yourself go." He rubbed his thumb over Jack's soft, cold hands believing that Jack could at least feel his touch. Alex hated how cold Jack was, as if his body wasn't providing any heat anymore. Maybe Jack had gave up. 

"And I won't let you go."

Alex's head shot up as the hoarse, raspy voice echoed through his ears, beating his sobs down.

That sounded like Jack's voice.

He shrugged it off, staring down at the the bed as he let his thoughts get the best off him. Until he realised.

Wait, that was Jack's voice!

He quickly looked over to Jack's face, and he couldn't believe it. Jack's shiny eyes were open, glistening just as beautiful as they always have. Alex gasped, tears of joys taking over the mournful drops of salty water.

"Jack!" Alex screamed with delight. He shot off the incommodious, painful piece of plastic, and shot into Jack's arms. He breathed the luxurious smell that still coated his body even though he hadn't showered in ages, soaking in Jack's shirt.

"Hope will always get you somewhere if you believe in it with your heart." Jack smiled against Alex, tugging him closer, his arms wrapped around him safely, too tight to ever let go.

Alex took in Jack's words, pulling them in and stuffing them right in his heart. He was squealing inside, so God damn happy that his Jack was back. Back. He still couldn't believe this was happening. After waiting for so long, he's back in his arms, just like he wanted.

"I can't believe you're here, back in my arms. I missed you so much." Alex sobbed again, but this time, a smile made its way to his tear-soaked lips, and his eyes lit up with happiness.

"Well, you better believe it," Jack said proudly, giving Alex a tight squeeze as if to say "this is real, I'm here", "and Alex?"

"Yeah?" Alex pulled back, looking into Jack's garish eyes, taking in the flecks of black and brown shining in front of him.

"I loved that story." He grinned, leaning up and connected his cold lips with Alex's, pulling him down as their lips moved  slowly, beautifully and effectively.

Honestly, neither could be anymore happier.

Notes

Okay guys... This is the last chapter. I didn't want to add the extra chapter because it's short and rubbish, and I'm happy the way this ended.

I'm actually proud of this story, because it's the first one that I've actually finished. (Deer In The Headlights doesn't count because I ended it because I couldn't keep a plot). So yeah, that feels fricking great. There's going to be a not-very-serious thank you note after this which I'll update later. Thank you guys very much for all the feedback and actually reading this! It's had it's rough moments in trying to write, but eventually finish it successfully. I guess you guys don't hate me as much because there's a happy ending? Hopefully. Anyway, thank you so much, and goodbye! (for now)