He had fallen for the man.
From his bi-colored eyes, to his whole being. Somewhere along the way, he fell in love, and he was going to have to say goodbye in the likely near future.
It broke his heart.
The last thing he wanted was to let Gamble go, and to know that he was out there alone…
Granted, he wasn’t anyone’s savior, but he liked to believe that maybe, just maybe, the man might need him a little bit.
Or that he could possibly want him.
He’d kissed him a few times, and each one felt more than just a thank you. He believed that he’d felt something with each one.
And now, he’d never know what he felt.
As he sat there, he gently stroked his hair, willing the man to not run away.
Only, Poe knew in the end, that was exactly what would happen.
Gamble Holloway would be a ghost, disappearing into the night.
And he’d never see him again.
Meanwhile…
Once more, wherever the hell he was, Gamble was lost.
Deep down, a part of him knew that he was dreaming. He knew that he was still in that cave, and he was beside Poe. He could feel him touching his hair, and he could feel the thump of his heart in his leg as he rested on his thighs.
Only, he couldn’t find him in his dream. His scent was there, washing over him, but he couldn’t see him.
Then, the dreams got darker and scarier.
It became evidently clear as to why he couldn’t reach the man.
Someone took him.
All around him, the scenery changed.
Gamble was searching for Poe, and the whole time, it was in the countryside of a foreign country.
It wasn’t in America.
That was for damn sure.
As he rode a horse along a well-worn trail, he searched the horizon for him, and he was…gone.
As his heart pounded in his chest, the realization was of one thing.
Someone took him away.
Someone took his Poe.
Maybe his mind was fucking with him, which was a good possibility, or maybe this was his psyche trying to come to grips with reality, but he knew one thing.
He had to get to Poe.
He needed him.
