being of fantasy
It was late
It was late and the flickering light on the other side of the room kept him from the warm arms of sweet dreamland as it flickered off of his glasses.
His pale body covered by nothing but a blanket and propped up by a pillow reflected the blue tinged glow.
His name is Axl, not his given name, but more of a present to himself. As he started using it, others caught on, until his real name was forgotten to all but his parents.
He reached for the small device by his head.
Then, it was completely dark.
His tired body succumbed to her soft grip as his consciousness wavered. The darkness closing in around him, it filled his soul and he felt nothing more, only the darkness around him.
The darkness stayed for what felt like forever. She clung to him, never letting go, and he didnt want her to leave. Then, the most unexpected sound came from her lips
He forced his heavy lids to open a bit. It felt to be an eternity before the darkness subsided to the b