THE CLOUDS IN HIS EYES.

Chapter. 28.

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Another restless night went by with Dylon by his lover's side, his hands still gripping tightly to those of the unconscious boy and Dylon endured his constant groans while Levon slept. It was a sound that often breaks the little hanging piece of sanity he still holds and each time his lover groans in agony, Dylon feels his guilt flare up, a reminder of how badly he had messed up.

He's tried to do all he could, day and night in an attempt to provide his lover with even just a small amount of serenity as he sleeps unconsciously of the world and of him who had broken him and had left him for dead. The past few days had been hell and he had refused to leave that bedside from unfounded fear that Levon might cease to exist if he took his eyes off of him. He'd taken shorter naps at nights and none at all during the day and he was always found sitting in the same chair he'd sat in from the first day he had arrived, with his head resting on Levon's legs and hand still inte