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Sleep, My Young Love
Oct. 9th, 2015 06:21 pm“I love you… I love you… I love you…”
He doesn’t dream; Whispers could still get to him that way. For Will it’s as though no time has passed between falling into unconsciousness in the passenger seat of the ambulance, telling Riley over and over again that he loves her, and slowly waking up. His eyes remain closed, but even through his eyelids he can tell that he is surrounded by light. Small arms are wrapped around him and he can feel his body rocking gently back and forth. For a second he is reminded of falling asleep in his mother’s arms. But this is not his mother holding him, he knows that. It’s Riley – Riley – safe and well. She must sense that he has regained consciousness because she begins to sing to him, an old Icelandic lullaby.
“Sofŏu, ung stin mín…”
Sleep, my young love. It’s all he hears before her voice quickly fades away. Everything fades away – the light behind his eyelids, the rocking motion of the boat, Riley’s hand on his chest, and the warm feelings of I love you and You’re safe radiating between them. Instead, he feels cold, hard floor against his back. The only warmth and comfort remaining is the blanket and BPO jacket draped over him.
Will had forgotten what it was like to feel this alone.
“Riley?” he whispers.
He opens his eyes. Darkness. His mind and body are still a little slow and blurred from the sedative, but his police training is still coming through enough to tell him to remain calm and think.
Light. He needs light.There's a fluorescent sliver coming in through the edges of a door, but it’s not enough. He could wait for his eyes to adjust, but there’s a quicker way. Will throws off the blanket and jacket, sitting up dizzily, feeling too weak to stand just yet. Thankfully, his phone is still in the pocket of his jeans. He shines the bright glow of the screen from side to side. Shelves of boxes and folders surround him. Will thinks he knows what this room might be - the records room at a police station.
He doesn’t dream; Whispers could still get to him that way. For Will it’s as though no time has passed between falling into unconsciousness in the passenger seat of the ambulance, telling Riley over and over again that he loves her, and slowly waking up. His eyes remain closed, but even through his eyelids he can tell that he is surrounded by light. Small arms are wrapped around him and he can feel his body rocking gently back and forth. For a second he is reminded of falling asleep in his mother’s arms. But this is not his mother holding him, he knows that. It’s Riley – Riley – safe and well. She must sense that he has regained consciousness because she begins to sing to him, an old Icelandic lullaby.
“Sofŏu, ung stin mín…”
Sleep, my young love. It’s all he hears before her voice quickly fades away. Everything fades away – the light behind his eyelids, the rocking motion of the boat, Riley’s hand on his chest, and the warm feelings of I love you and You’re safe radiating between them. Instead, he feels cold, hard floor against his back. The only warmth and comfort remaining is the blanket and BPO jacket draped over him.
Will had forgotten what it was like to feel this alone.
“Riley?” he whispers.
He opens his eyes. Darkness. His mind and body are still a little slow and blurred from the sedative, but his police training is still coming through enough to tell him to remain calm and think.
Light. He needs light.There's a fluorescent sliver coming in through the edges of a door, but it’s not enough. He could wait for his eyes to adjust, but there’s a quicker way. Will throws off the blanket and jacket, sitting up dizzily, feeling too weak to stand just yet. Thankfully, his phone is still in the pocket of his jeans. He shines the bright glow of the screen from side to side. Shelves of boxes and folders surround him. Will thinks he knows what this room might be - the records room at a police station.