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As the neon lights flicker and the music pounds within the walls of Yolo Bar, Sand's heart feels heavier than ever. He watches from afar as Mew and Ray twirl on the dance floor, their laughter cutting through the dim haze of the club. His mind races with questions he dares not ask, his emotions swirling like the chaotic dance before him.
Was I not enough? Haven't I given everything to you? My heart, my body, my care, my love?
Sand knew that his and Ray's relationship was drinking buddies, to friends with benefit to friends and yet Sand had thought that maybe after the accident and everything else, Ray would understand just how much Sand loved him.
But now, seeing Ray smiling, a smile so bright and lovely that it hurts Sand, he wanted Ray to smile like that with him, only him. But when has Sand ever gotten what he wanted in his life?
Unable to bear the sight any longer, Sand walks outside the bar, lighting a cigarette to calm himself down. He does not know what he will do with his life anymore. Falling back to that familiar routine without Ray by his side, making him his 25th hour and now suddenly moving back to the 24 hours he had lived with before, it feels just so agonizing.
As Sand leans against the wall of the bar, the cigarette dangling between his fingers, he feels a sense of emptiness wash over him. The smoke curls around him and as he takes a long drag, letting the nicotine soothe his frayed nerves, but it offers little comfort against the ache in his chest. Ray's laughter still echoes in his mind, that coquettish smiles, those lovely eyes.
Closing his eyes, Sand tries to push away the memories, to bury them deep beneath layers of indifference. But try as he might, he can't escape the truth that gnaws at him from within.
He had hoped, foolishly perhaps, that Ray would see him as more than just a friend but now, faced with the harsh reality of seeing Ray and Mew together, Sand is left to confront the painful truth.
He is alone.
The realization hits him like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from his lungs. For so long, Ray had been his anchor, his constant companion in a world filled with uncertainty, his 25th hour. But now, with Ray's smile a distant memory, Sand is adrift, lost in a sea of his own making. He had let himself fall in love.
With a heavy heart, he is about to stub out the cigarette and push himself away from the wall. There's no point in dwelling on what could have been, no sense in clinging to false hope when a familiar voice enters his ears.
"Can I borrow a lighter?"
Sand entire body freezes for a second. He sighs tiredly, looking away as he says, "Why don’t you just quit smoking if you're not going to carry a lighter?"
Why are you here with me again? Why are you here and not with Mew? Why are you confusing me again?
"It’s my excuse to talk to people" Ray says easily, looking absolutely gorgeous in the black shirt and denim, his tousled hair falling over his forehead in a way that makes Sand's heart skip a beat despite the turmoil within him.
Sand hands him the lighter wordlessly, avoiding Ray's gaze but still finding it staring back at him then back down as he focuses on the ground beneath his feet. He doesn't want to let Ray see how much he's hurting, how much he longs for something more than this painful dance of pretending everything is okay.
He extends the lighter to him and Ray for a few seconds only stares at it before taking it. He lights his cigarette as Sand tries to keep his eyes away from him, putting his hands in his pocket. His heart is racing in his chest as Ray hands him the lighter back.
"How’s your arm? Good?" Sand asks because even after everything, all he wants is to make sure Ray is okay.
Ray takes a drag from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke before responding. "It’s all good.," he says, his tone sincere but tinged with a hint of an awkwardness that doesn't escape Sand's notice. "But I’m going to court tomorrow. I have no idea what I’ll get"
Sand nods, his throat tight with emotion. He wants to reach out, to wrap Ray in his arms and never let go, but he knows he can't. Not when Ray's heart belongs to someone else, someone who isn't him.
"Serves you right. Drunk driving is wrong. Even though you didn’t hit anyone"
Ray's expression darkens, a shadow of guilt crossing his features as he looks down at the ground. "I know," he murmurs, and this voice turns whiny in a way that always makes Sand's heart beat faster, "Why do you need to repeat it? I’m guilty, alright?"
Sand looks away again. It is all he has been doing to avoid facing the truth of his feelings, the pain of watching Ray slip further and further away from him. But as Ray's words hang heavy in the air between them, Sand can't help but feel a surge of frustration mingling with the lingering ache in his chest.
"So what’s going on with you and Mew?," Sand asks, addressing the thorn that keeps piercing his heart, his voice tinged with sadness. "I heard he broke up with Top."
Ray's gaze shifts to him quickly and Sand hallucinates a look of panic in those beautiful eyes. He keeps staring at him silently and Sand just wants to hear him say that what he saw was wrong. That what he is thinking is wrong. That Ray only has him in his heart and not Mew. But Ray says nothing.
Ray's silence hangs heavy in the air, intensifying Sand's emotions. Each passing second feels like an eternity as Sand waits for Ray to speak. But as the moments stretch on, it becomes increasingly clear that Ray isn't going to provide the answers Sand so desperately seeks. The weight of disappointment settles heavily on Sand's shoulders, threatening to crush him beneath its suffocating embrace.
Suddenly, Sand is so hurt, frustrated and angry. He wants Ray to say something, anything. Even if the words hurt him. He wants to know.
"Congrats" Sand grits out, trying to hide his bitterness in a tone of nonchalance, "You’re no longer in the friend zone"
Ray's eyes slightly widen at his words, or maybe from the bitterness that Sand never uses in front of him. He moves a little, nodding with a light smile on his face, "Good. But we need to see if it’s gonna work"
Sand's heart hurts, his eyes betraying the pain he feels in his entire body. Ray's smile also dissolves into that look that Sand cannot decipher. Somewhere between not wanting to talk about it and panic. "At least he let me cross that friend zone line"
Ray's gaze shifts to his face as he says, "It’s okay"
Sand's heart twists painfully at Ray's response, the words echoing in his mind like a cruel taunt. "It's okay." How many times had he heard those words from Ray before? Each time, they had been a balm to his wounds, a reassurance that everything would be alright. But now, they felt like a dagger in his heart, a reminder of all the ways he had failed to capture Ray's heart.
With a heavy sigh, Sand forces a tight smile onto his lips, masking the turmoil raging within him. "Good," he echoes, his voice strained with the effort of feigning indifference. "You can finally end the secret crush"
That I can finally end my secret crush. That no matter how much he loved him, it would never be enough to make Ray love him back.
Sand gulps the pain bubbling his chest, "Such a waste of time, right?" he says, his voice sounding painful even to his own ears. He puts his cigarette back into his lips, letting the smoke calm him down.
Ray's expression falters at Sand's words, a flicker of confusion and panic crossing his features. His brow furrows, his gaze searching Sand's face for any hint of what he truly feels. "Are you okay?"
Sand forces a tight-lipped smile, a facade he's grown accustomed to wearing to hide the storm raging inside him. "Why wouldn’t I be?," he replies, his voice strained but steady. "You’re seeing someone you’ve always loved. It’s a dream come true"
But Ray doesn't seem convinced, his gaze lingering on Sand's face as if searching for the truth buried beneath the layers of bravado. "Can we still be friends?" he asks, his tone gentle yet probing and so hopeful.
Sand's heart clenches at Ray's question, the pain of unrequited love searing through him like a hot knife. He wants to scream, to lash out at Ray for asking such a ridiculous question after everything they've been through. But he knows he can't. Not when he's still holding onto the fragile threads of their friendship, no matter how tattered they may be. But now, as he thinks about it, he cannot just be friends with Ray.
Sand shrugs nonchalantly, a hollow laugh escaping his lips. "Friends? You and I have never been friends from the get-go. We have nothing in common. Besides, I don’t know why I should be friends with you"
Ray's expression crumbles at Sand's words, the hurt evident in his eyes as he takes a step back, as if physically recoiling from the rejection. "But when I’m with you..." he starts, his voice trembling with emotion, "I’m so damn happy"
Sand is exhausted. A deep bone aching exhaustion that threatens to pull him down. "You will be happy too when you spend time with Mew. What you did with me, you will get to do it with him"
You can take late night drives with Mew, you can listen and bicker about which song is the best, you can kiss him, you can love him, you can be with him. All things you did with me, all the things you never did with me, now, you can do with him.
A boulder drops on Sand's chest, making to harder to breathe. "You might even be happier"
With those worse, for once last time, Sand looks at Ray. He burns the memory of those beautiful big eyes, those pouty lips, the bridge of his nose and etches them into every crevice of his brain.
With that, Sand pushes himself away, taking that one last step ahead, making to move away from Ray and leave everything behind. Away from Ray.
A hand tightly grips his arm.
Sand freezes as a hand tightly grips his arm, halting his retreat from the one he loved. He turns slowly, his heart pounding in his chest as he meets Ray's gaze, searching for some semblance of why Ray would stop him when he does not return his feelings.
Ray's eyes are filled with a mixture of desperation and regret, a silent plea lingering in their depths as he holds onto Sand's arm as if afraid to let go. The weight of his touch sends a shiver down Sand's spine, a bittersweet pain blooming in his chest.
"Sand...." Ray's voice is soft, barely more than a whisper above the din of the night.
Sand's heart clenches at the vulnerability in Ray's tone, the raw emotion stirring something deep within him. For a moment, he's tempted to give in, to let himself be swept away by the tide of longing that threatens to consume them both. But he knows that he cannot.
"Let me go already" Sand's voice is strained, his words a plea wrapped in a veneer of resignation. He doesn't want to hear whatever Ray has to say; he's tired of the rollercoaster of emotions, tired of hoping for something that will never come.
You have Mew now, please, please, I beg you, let me go now.
But Ray doesn't release his grip. Instead, he tightens it, his fingers digging into Sand's arm with an urgency that sends a jolt of pain coursing through him. He shakes his head and with all his might, peels that hand gripping his arm and forcefully throws it away from him.
With that, Sand stubs out his cigarette and pushes himself away from the wall, his heart heavy as he ignores the gaze that burns into him. As he walks away, leaving Ray behind in the dimly lit alley, he can't help but wonder if things could have been different. If he had been brave enough to speak his truth, to lay bare the depths of his heart for Ray to see before, would Ray had agreed to be with him?
But as the neon lights of the Yolo Bar fade into the distance, Sand knows that some questions are better left unanswered.
With trembling hands, Sand reaches for another glass, his fingers wrapping around the cool surface. He raises it to his lips, the bitter liquid burning his throat as it slides down. One drink turns into two, then three, until the world around him blurs into a haze of colors and noise.
His thoughts are still running wild in his head, refusing to leave him alone. All the exhaustion, love, pain and hurt are still so fresh in his mind. The alcohol does nothing to help the stuffiness in his chest.
And has never been this drunk before. Since he has always driven himself home, Sand never indulges this much into alcohol. He drinks responsibly, always. But today, just for one single day, Sand just wants to let everything out, be the person he has never been. But why is this alcohol not doing was it is supposed to?
"One more here," Sand mutters as he motions to Yo as his head slump back to the bar table.
Yo, after trying multiple times to stop him, getting him off drinking and head back home. She knows Sand well enough to recognize when he's spiraling, when the weight of his emotions threatens to crush him beneath its suffocating grasp. But despite her best efforts to intervene, Sand seems determined to drown his sorrows in alcohol tonight.
Yo slides another glass of whiskey in front of Sand, concern etched into her features as she watches him with worried eyes.
"Sand, maybe you should slow down," Yo says gently, her voice laced with concern. "You've had enough for one night."
But Sand merely shakes his head, his movements sluggish as he reaches for the glass before him. "I haven't had enough," he mutters, his words slurring slightly as the alcohol begins to take its toll. "I'll stop when I've had enough."
With a heavy sigh, Yo watches as Sand drains his previous glass in a single gulp, the burn of the whiskey igniting a fire in his chest.
Yo sighs and moves to help Plug with another customer. She can just keep her eyes on him and help him get a cab to head back home.
Lost in his own turmoil, Sand doesn't notice the figure that quietly slips into the seat beside him at the bar. Just as Sand's fingers wraps around the full whisky glass, another hand covers his before he can bring it to his lips.
"That is enough," The voice orders authoritatively, tinged with anger and something else that Sand's mind cannot comprehend.
Sand freezes at the unexpected touch, at that voice, his heart skipping a beat as he turns his head to see who it is. He knows who it is even without that but he somehow still finds himself magnetically pulled to those eyes. His vision swims for a moment, the alcohol blurring his senses, but as his eyes focus, he finds himself staring into those lovely eyes.
Why is he here again? The alcohol hadn't even helped me forget yet and here you are again.
Sand does not say anything, only stares at him, those attentive eyes without even a hint of intoxication. They are clear, worried and so so angry.
Immediately, Sand pulls his hand away, almost dropping the glass. "Go away" he mutters and shifts away from him, picking up the glass again.
"Sand, you need to stop," Ray's voice echoes in his head again, his hand now between the glass and Sand's lips.
Sand's initial reaction is to recoil, to reject the interference of Ray's touch. But as he looks into those eyes, he sees the concern etched deeply within them, and for a fleeting moment, he's reminded of the Ray he used to love—the one who cared, the one who was there for him, the one he had dreamt could love him.
"Why do you care?" Sand's voice is bitter, his voice so light that the other person cannot hear it.
Ray's hand remains firm, his grip unyielding as he holds Sand's gaze with an intensity that cuts through the haze of alcohol clouding Sand's mind. "Because I do," he says simply, his voice soft yet resolute and offers no other explanation.
There Ray goes, confusing Sand once again. His words and his actions portraying two completely different pictures.
Sand feels a lump form in his throat. He just wants to cry at this point. "Just let me do what I want to, Ray" He says, and then, "please"
And Sand is not sure if it is the alcohol or his heart that he sees Ray's expression softening at Sand's plea, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes as he releases his grip on Sand's hand. He leans back slightly, giving Sand space while still keeping a watchful eye on him.
"Then, I will keep you company" Ray says softly, determined.
Immediate panic and concern fills Sand's entire body. "You have a court date tomorrow for drunk driving. You cannot drink!" Sand chides, ready to pull Ray away from the bar if he has to. No matter how drunk he is, Sand's top priority, no matter what happens will always be Ray.
Ray looks at him with wide eyes and then laughs. "I know, I know. I won't drink but I can keep you company"
With a heavy sigh, Sand nods reluctantly, his resistance crumbling in the face of Ray's determination. Why does he always yield so easily to Ray?
"Fine. Do whatever you want to," he concedes, his voice weary. "But no more drinks for you, got it?"
Ray nods, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he slides closer to Sand, their shoulders brushing against each other. "Got it," he says, his tone light and teasing despite everything that had happened. "I'll just keep you company and make sure you don't do anything stupid."
Sand rolls his eyes, a small smile tugging at his lips despite the weight of his emotions. "As if I would ever do anything stupid," he retorts, his voice laden with sarcasm.
Ray chuckles, the sound warm and familiar, wrapping around Sand like a comforting embrace. "Oh, I don't know about that," he says, his tone playful as he nudges Sand gently with his elbow. "You have a habit of getting yourself into trouble."
Sand huffs out a laugh, the tension in his chest easing slightly in Ray's presence. For a moment, it feels like old times, like nothing has changed between them. But so much has.
Sand keeps drinking and Ray keeps staying by his side. They are not talking at all, Sand keeps his gaze focused on the glass in front of him while Ray keeps his eyes locked on his face.
Another glass after another glass and Sand soon feels like his eyes are closing on their own. He leans heavily against the bar, his breathing slowing as he finally succumbs to the pull of sleep.
Before his head can hit the bar table, Ray's hand shoots out to catch him, preventing him from falling face-first onto the hard surface. With a grunt of effort, Ray manages to hoist Sand up into a more stable position, his arms wrapped securely around Sand's waist to keep him from slipping.
"Whoa there, buddy," Ray murmurs, his voice low and soothing as he adjusts Sand's weight against him. "You can't fall asleep here."
Sand mumbles something incoherent in response, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion as he leans heavily against Ray's chest. Despite his best efforts to stay awake, the alcohol coursing through his veins has other plans, dragging him further into the embrace of sleep with each passing moment.
Sand feels his head being carefully laid on the cold bar table, his senses dulled by the alcohol and exhaustion. He vaguely registers Ray's hand gently patting his cheek, a soft murmur of reassurance slipping past Ray's lips.
Ray's eyes traces every inch of the face of the boy in front of him, slowly and slowly letting his own head down on his hands, right next to Sand's face.
For a while, Ray simply watches Sand sleep, his heart heavy with everything that had happened. Him finally being more then friends with Mew, Sand pushing him away, his own heart constricting painfully in his chest, seeing Sand drinking in a way that reminds him so much of his own.
Ray is confused about so many things that his entire head hurts.
Mew has been the only light Ray has always chased after. Since Mew had become Ray's emergency contact, Ray has only ever had his heart set on Mew. And now that he had finally attained what he thought he wanted with Mew, yet the sight of Sand in pain gnaws at his conscience, casting doubt on his choices.
But as much as Ray is confused, he knows one thing for sure as he looks at Sand's peaceful sleeping face, feels Sand's warm breath ghosting over his skin and their bodies pressed close together. He wants Sand in his life. He just cannot let him go.
But what place does Sand hold in Ray's life?
Friend? Ex friends with benefits? Or is it something more then that.........
Stumbling over his feet, Ray quickly stands up, knocking the stool he was sitting on to the floor. His eyes stay locked on Sand's face, his heart thundering in his chest as he pants.
Ray loves Sand.
No. No. No. No. No. No.
Ray loves Mew. Ray has always loved Mew. And now that he had Mew, why is he-
Ray needs to drink. That is the only thing he knows. But just as his hand grabs the glass to drown his confusion and this new set of feelings, he remembers his promise to Sand.
Painfully, he lets go of the glass, taking in deep breaths to calm himself down. He cannot stay here, he cannot stay here or else he will go crazy.
With one last glance at Sand's sleeping form, he gathers himself and steadies his resolve. But before he leaves, he walks over to Yo who is handling the last remaining customers.
The moment she sees him, Yo's eyes widen. "Ray, are you okay?"
Not trusting his voice, Ray only nods and then clears his throat. "Yo, can you make sure Sand reaches to his place safely? Anyone who can drop him back home?"
Yo's expression softens with concern as she takes in Ray's troubled demeanor. "Of course, Ray. Don't worry about Sand, I'll make sure he gets home safely. You go take care of yourself."
Ray nods gratefully, a sense of relief washing over him knowing that Sand will be in good hands.
Truthfully, he does not want to leave Sand like this. But if he does not leave, he might even hurt the boy he wants in his life so much that he is second guessing his feelings for Mew even more.
With a heavy heart Ray steps out into the cool night air, sits into his car and drives off, not knowing what disasters tomorrow holds for both Sand and him.
"Ray?"
"Ray? Are you listening to me?"
Mew's voice cuts through Ray's thoughts, bringing him back to the present moment. He blinks, refocusing his gaze on Mew, whose wearing an expression of concern.
"Yeah, I'm here," Ray responds, his tone tinged with guilt for allowing his mind to wander. "Sorry, I... I got lost in thought."
Mew's brow furrows, his eyes searching Ray's face for any sign of what might be troubling him. "Is everything okay?" he asks, his voice softer now, filled with genuine concern.
Ray does not think he can answer what is wrong. Because he does not know what is wrong. He is at university with Mew, unable to focus on anything at all. He rubs the uneasiness off his chest, not understanding why is he feeling like this.
Ray has been like this since last night. Last night had been sleepless for Ray. He had tossed and turned throughout the night, plagued by thoughts of his own feelings. And when the morning sun had filtered through his window, casting long shadows across his room, but its warmth had one nothing to ease the chill that has settled over him.
Ray had reached for his phone, his fingers trembling slightly as he dialed Sand's number. Yet, his calls had gone unanswered, each ring amplifying his growing unease. With a furrowed brow, he had paced back and forth in his room, trying to shake off the gnawing feeling in his gut.
Ray had been worried for Sand. Had he reached home safely last night? Yo must have taken care of that. He also understood probably why Sand was ignoring him. But still Ray had wanted to at the very least see him and ease the anxiety swirling in his chest.
So, Ray had quickly gotten ready and left for university way before his classes just to look for Sand. He had searched for him everywhere, from the lecture halls to the cafeteria and the music room, but there had been no sign of Sand. His absence only added to Ray's growing sense of unease, his worry increasing with each passing minute.
Now, as Mew's concerned gaze lingers on him, Ray tries to push aside his worry. But the nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach refuses to be ignored, tugging at his thoughts like a persistent whisper.
"I'm fine, Mew," Ray finally replies, forcing a smile onto his lips even as the worry threatens to drag him down. "Just had a lot on my mind"
Mew gives him a smile that otherwise would have made Ray's inside's smile. But today, it does nothing at all.
"Maybe this can help?" Mew extends a cigarette to him.
Ray smiles, almost instinctively taking it. But then an image of Sand's face flashes in his head.
Ray hesitates, his fingers hovering over the offered cigarette. He remembers Sand's face last night, the hurt in those wonderful eyes, his words echoing in Ray's mind. "What you did with me, you will get to do it with him"
With a heavy heart and a lump in his throat, Ray declines, shaking his head slightly. "No, thanks. I'm trying to quit."
Mew raises an eyebrow, surprised by Ray's response. "Quit? Since when?"
Ray shrugs, offering a weak smile. "Since..."
Since I don't want to share doing this with anyone but Sand.
"Since I realized it's not good for me." Ray continues.
Mew nods slowly, his expression thoughtful but a little surprised. He has been trying to get Ray off alcohol and smoking for so long and here he had stopped on his own. Of course Mew is suspicious. "Well, I'm proud of you for trying to quit. It's not easy, but I'm here to support you."
Ray's heart clenches at Mew's words, a pang of guilt washing over him. He appreciates Mew's support, but he can't help but feel conflicted. His mind keeps drifting back to Sand, to the worry that gnaws at him relentlessly. He smiles and looks at his watch. It is time for Nick's class to be over.
"Mew, I have something important to do. I will meet you back later tonight?"
Mew nods, though a hint of concern still lingers in his eyes. "Of course, Ray. Take care of whatever you need to. I'll be here when you're ready."
Ray offers a grateful smile before turning on his heel and heading out of the university grounds. As he walks, his mind is consumed by thoughts of Sand.
Nothing comes out of looking for Nick. He has not come to class today. That does nothing to calm Ray. Ray asks someone for his number, dials it but to no avail. It rings for the first time once before Nick hangs up and then when Ray calls again, it goes straight to voicemail. Nick had blocked him.
Ray's heart sinks as he stares at his phone, Nick's actions hitting him like a punch to the gut. He feels a surge of panic rising within him, his mind racing with possibilities of what could have happened to Sand. Without Nick's help, he's left with no leads, no way to track down his friend.
But Ray refuses to give up. Clenching his jaw in determination, he pockets his phone and sets off toward YOLO Bar once again. Perhaps Yo knows something, or maybe Sand has returned there.
As he approaches the bar, Ray's heart pounds in his chest, his steps quickening with each passing moment. Pushing open the door, he steps inside, the familiar sights and sounds washing over him in a comforting wave.
Yo will definitely know something.
Spotting Yo behind the bar, Ray wastes no time in approaching her, his voice urgent. "Yo, have you seen Sand?"
Yo startles at the panic in Ray's voice, almost dropping her phone on the floor. She shakes her head, her brow furrowing. "No, Ray. I haven't seen him since last night. Is everything alright?"
Ray's stomach twists with apprehension at Yo's words, his worry intensifying. "Sand isn't picking my calls. Did he get back to his apartment last night?"
Yo nods. "I booked a cab for him and sent him back myself"
"Did he seem okay? Was he acting strange?"
Yo hesitates for a moment before responding, her expression troubled. "He... He seemed upset, Ray. I'm not sure what happened, but he was definitely not himself. He was barely conscious so I told the cab driver to take care of him and informed Nick as well"
Ray's heart sinks even further at Yo's revelation. The pieces of the puzzle start to fall into place, but the picture they paint is far from reassuring. Sand, upset and barely conscious, sent back home in a cab with Nick notified. The worry gnaws at Ray's insides like a relentless beast.
"Did Nick say anything afterwards?" Ray asks, his voice strained with concern.
Yo shakes her head. "He just acknowledged receiving my message. I haven't heard anything since."
Ray's mind races with possibilities. Sand's distress, Nick's silence, and the unanswered calls—all signs pointing to something deeply wrong. He needs to find Sand.
"Thank you, Yo," Ray says, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'll figure this out."
With a determined stride, Ray exits the bar. Ignoring the pounding of his heart and the sweat that beads on his forehead, he heads toward Sand's apartment, hoping against hope that he'll find him safe and sound there.
If Sand does not open the door, Ray will use any method to make him to. Ray has ways to make others do what he wants to. And now that he has Sand in his life, he will not let him go.
As he reaches Sand's building, Ray's steps quicken, his heart pounding in his chest. He takes the stairs two at a time, his mind racing with a thousand different scenarios. Finally, he reaches Sand's door and, without hesitation, knocks firmly.
There's no response.
Ray knocks again, louder this time, his heart hammering in his chest. "Sand! It's me, Ray! Open up!"
Still, there's no reply.
Panic surges through Ray's veins as he tries the doorknob, trying to unlock it. With a trembling hand, he tries to push the door open and wishing to see Sand just sleeping peacefully.
The door remains locked.
Ray slams his fist angrily on the door, cursing, his frustration boiling over. "Sand!"
But the door remains steadfastly closed, refusing to yield to Ray's desperate pleas. His heart pounds in his chest, fear coursing through his veins like a raging torrent. With trembling hands, he reaches for his phone, ready to call for help.
Just as he's about to dial the emergency services, a voice from behind startles him.
"They haven't been home since yesterday"
Turning around, Ray sees an old lady standing in the hallway, her expression wrinkled with a gentle smile.
"Yesterday?" Ray repeats, his voice shaky with anxiety. So that means Sand, never came back home?
The old lady nods solemnly. "I live across from them. I was locking my door last night when I saw one of them rushing somewhere. He was talking with someone on the phone. I haven't seen them come back since then"
Ray's heart sinks even further at the old lady's words. Sand hadn't returned home since last night, and now it seems that he hadn't come back at all. And then Nick had left in the middle of the night?
"Did you see where he was going?" Ray asks urgently, desperation creeping into his voice. He is seeing a dark veil taking over his eyes.
The old lady shakes her head sadly. "I'm sorry, dear. I didn't see. But he seemed very upset, and he left in quite a hurry."
And when Ray thinks all hope is lost, the old lady makes a sound. "Oh, I think I remember something or someone he was talking on the phone to. I think it was...." She pauses to think.
Ray in desperation, gently rests his hands on her shoulder. "Please please help me out" his voice near to tears.
The old lady furrows her brow, trying to recall the details from the previous night. "Yes, yes, I remember now," she says, her voice tinged with certainty. "He mentioned someone named Yo if my memory is not failing me"
Ray's body goes absolutely still. Yo? But he just went to her. Did she....did she lie to him? But why? He needs to go back, right now.
"Thank you," Ray says, his voice trembling with emotion as he squeezes the old lady's shoulder gratefully. "Thank you so much for telling me."
The old lady gives him a kind smile, patting his hand reassuringly. "I hope you find him, my dear. Take care." and then, "You must love him a lot, huh?"
Ray's heart clenches at the old lady's words, her gentle observation hitting him like a sledgehammer. Love. Yes, he loves Sand more than anything in this world. Sand is his everything, his light in the darkness, his reason to keep going. And he is just too late in realizing it.
With a grateful nod to the old lady, Ray turns on his heel and rushes out of the building. He has been running around since morning but there is not a speck of tiredness on his face. Sand is worth so much more then anything to him.
As he races back to YOLO Bar, Ray's thoughts are consumed by why Yo had lied to him. Why would she do that? What could she possibly gain from keeping Sand's whereabouts a secret? Is Sand, could it be that he is......
No. Ray shakes his head. No bad thoughts. No bad thoughts, Ray.
Returning to Yolo Bar feels like retracing his steps into a nightmare. Now that he knows Yo must have lied to him to Nick leaving in the middle of the night is doing nothing to stop Ray from going crazy.
Yo is behind the bar again, exactly where Ray had met her in the morning. But this time as she sees Ray and which is no doubt a furious expression, her eyes widen in fear.
Ray storms up to the bar, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. Yo's eyes widen further in fear as she sees the fire burning in his gaze. She opens her mouth to speak, but Ray cuts her off before she can utter a single word.
"Why did you lie to me, Yo?" Ray's voice is low, but it's laced with a dangerous edge. "Why did you tell me Sand went home last night when you knew he didn't?"
Yo's hands tremble as she wrings them nervously, her eyes darting around the bar as if searching for an escape route. "I... I didn't lie, Ray," she stammers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, I thought Sand went home in the cab I called for him."
Ray's jaw tightens, his frustration boiling over. "Don't lie to me, Yo," he growls, his voice echoing through the empty bar. "I know Sand never made it home last night. And I know you know something about it."
Yo's eyes widen in panic as Ray's words sink in, the color draining from her face. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can utter a single word, Ray does something that surprises both her and he himself.
Ray falls to his knees.
Ray's sudden collapse to his knees sends shockwaves through the bar, drawing the attention of anyone present. Yo gasps, her hands flying to her mouth in horror as she watches Ray's unexpected reaction.
"Ray, what... what are you doing?" Yo's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, filled with concern and confusion.
But Ray doesn't respond immediately. Doing something like this is so out of character for him. Ray had never had to beg for anything in his life. But here he is, on his knees, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, threatening to spill over as he struggles to compose himself. He can do anything for Sand.
Finally, Ray raises his head, his eyes locking onto Yo's. His voice trembles with raw emotion as he speaks, his words barely above a whisper.
"Please, Yo," Ray pleads, his voice cracking with desperation. "I need to know where Sand is. I need to find him. Please, help me."
The raw vulnerability in Ray's voice pierces through Yo's defenses, her own eyes brimming with unshed tears. She swallows hard, her heart aching for the pain etched on Ray's face and what she is about to tell Ray.
"I'm sorry, Ray," Yo whispers, her voice choked with emotion. She rests her hand on his shoulder. "Please stand up and come with me. I think you need to sit down for this"
Ray's heart pounds in his chest as he rises to his feet, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. It is like he is walking to his worse nightmare. He follows Yo to a secluded corner of the bar, his every step heavy with dread.
As they sit down, Yo takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she's about to reveal. She looks into Ray's eyes, her own filled with sorrow and rests her hand over his.
"Ray, I... I didn't want to lie to you," Yo begins, her voice trembling slightly. "But there are things you need to know and it is better...."
Ray's stomach churns, his heart sinking at Yo's words. "What things?" he asks, his voice barely a whisper.
Yo takes another deep breath before continuing, her gaze never leaving Ray's. "Sand... he was involved in a drunk drive accident yesterday"
Ray's world comes crashing down at Yo's words, the air in his lungs escaping in a sudden rush. He feels as if the ground beneath him has vanished, leaving him suspended in a void. The truth strikes him like a physical blow, his world crumbling around him.
He tilts in the stool he is sitting on, feeling his body losing control of itself. He slumps on the wall next to him, unable to hear Yo's sound of alarm as she steadies him.
Ray knew something wrong must have happened. But to have his suspicions confirmed about such a devastating news, crushes him.
"An accident?" Ray repeats, his voice barely audible, his mind struggling to comprehend anything. "Sand was... involved in an accident?" he repeats her words, raising his hands to cover his face.
Yo nods solemnly, her eyes filled with sorrow as she watches Ray's reaction, streaks of tears rolling down her cheeks, "Last night after I sent Sand in the cab, I received a call fifteen minutes later that a drunk driver had slammed into his at an intersection from the side and Sand took the brunt of it and......he was in critical condition last night"
Ray's hands tremble as he grips the edge of the table, his heart pounding in his chest. A horrifying sound escapes his lips, an anguish like never before filling his chest. Images flash through his mind—flashing lights, twisted metal, the sound of screeching tires—and he feels a wave of nausea wash over him. He is going to throw up.
Sand was just there with him yesterday, sleeping peacefully, safe here with him. Sand was just here yesterday, telling Ray to let him go. Sand was just here with him yesterday, in his own hidden ways, begging Ray to choose him. Yesterday Sand, who loved him, would do anything for him, was here with him. And Ray had left. Ray had left the boy behind for his own selfish reasons. Because he was confused about his feelings. Ray had left Sand and let this happen to him.
It was all because of him, all because of him. Everything that went wrong in his life was because of him. His mother had died because of him and now Sand.....no. Nothing can happen to Sand. Ray will, Ray will not be able to survive that. He needs to be with Sand or else he will spiral.
Sand, his beloved Sand, fighting for his life in a hospital bed while Ray had been searching for him, oblivious to his suffering.
Ray makes to stand up, to rush Yo with him to the hospital when Yo stops him. "I will drive you to the hospital. I cannot let you drive in this condition. Not after last night"
Ray's mind is in a haze, his thoughts consumed by panic and guilt as he nods numbly in response to Yo's offer, allowing Yo to lead him out of the bar and into her car. His hands tremble as he grips the seatbelt, his heart racing with fear.
As Yo starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, Ray's thoughts are consumed by Sand—his beautiful smile, his infectious laughter, the way his eyes sparkled with mischief. He can't bear the thought of losing him, of never seeing that smile again.
The drive to the hospital feels like an eternity, every second dragging on.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Ray asks out of the blue and Yo gives him a quick look before turning her head back to the front of the road. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself before she responds.
"I wanted to, Ray. I really did," Yo says, her voice barely above a whisper. "But when I received the call last night, I panicked. I informed Nick first. He is the one who has been with Sand since last night. When I called back to ask him about Sand, he made me promise not to tell you"
Ray's chest tightens at Yo's words, anger and betrayal simmering beneath the surface. Nick had known about Sand's condition all along, and yet he had asked for such an important news to kept away from Ray. The thought sends a surge of fury coursing through him, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.
"Why?" Ray demands, his voice laced with frustration and hurt. "Why would Nick keep this from me? Sand is......"
Yo's grip tightens on the steering wheel, "I don't know, Ray," she admits, her voice strained. "Nick didn't give me a reason. He just said it was better for everyone if you didn't know."
Ray's mind races with a thousand different possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last. Why would Nick hide something like this from him? What could he possibly gain from keeping Ray in the dark about Sand's condition? Unless...
Unless Nick blamed him for what happened to Sand. That thought is terrifying. And only confirms what Ray himself knew.
Ray takes deep breaths to calm himself down. The bubbling pain and panic in his chest will do nothing but make him useless to Sand right now. He can have a breakdown after he has seen Sand.
Finally, they arrive at the hospital, and Ray practically jumps out of the car, his heart pounding in his chest. He rushes through the doors, barely registering anything around him as he frantically runs inside.
Yo follows closely behind him, resting her hand on his shoulder. "I know where he is. Follow me"
And Ray does, almost like a robot.
Finally, they reach the ICU, and Yo leads Ray to a small waiting area outside. Ray's heart is in his throat as he scans the room and he finds Sand's mother and Nick sitting there.
And as soon as Nick's eyes finds his, pure fury rages through his eyes. "What are you doing here?"
Ray freezes at Nick's words, the anger in his eyes sending a jolt of fury through him. But he swallows that anger hard, his throat dry as he struggles to find the right words. He cannot be angry, not now.
"I... I'm here for Sand," Ray replies, voice trembling from the force of keeping his voice free of anger, his eyes never leaving Nick's. "I need to see him."
Nick's jaw clenches, his fists tightening at his sides as he takes a step forward, his voice dripping with venom. "You have done enough, Ray," he seethes, his words like daggers aimed at Ray's already shattered heart. "You don't need to be anywhere near him."
Ray flinches at Nick's words, the pain in his chest intensifying with every syllable. He knows he deserves the anger, knows he deserves so much worse for what he's done to Sand. But right now, all he can think about is seeing Sand, making sure he's okay, begging for forgiveness.
"Please, Nick," Ray pleads, his voice breaking with emotion. "I know what I did. I know. But please, just this once, just let me see him with my own eyes"
Nick's expression softens slightly at Ray's words, a flicker of something akin to sympathy passing through his eyes. But it's quickly replaced by a steely resolve, his jaw setting in determination.
"You've caused him enough pain, Ray," Nick says, his voice laced with bitterness. "I can't let you hurt him anymore."
Ray's heart sinks at Nick's words. He knows he deserves Nick's anger, knows he deserves every ounce of the pain he's feeling. But right now, all he can think about is Sand, lying in that hospital bed, fighting for his life.
"I'll do anything, Nick," Ray pleads, desperation creeping into his voice. "Anything to make things right. Please, just let me see him. Please..."
Ray breaks down into sobs. His legs gives out under him as he sobs harder then he ever has. "I know I'm responsible for the accident, I know that. But I just-- I just need to see him. I will leave after seeing him"
So into his own mind, Ray does not hear the surprised gasp that Nick lets out. Only feels like a boulder is crushing him until he cannot breathe.
Ray only sees two shoes enter his line of sight and then hands on his shoulders. "Hey, Ray, what do you mean you are responsible for the accident? What are you even talking about?"
Ray looks up through tear-filled eyes, startled by the unexpected interruption. It takes a moment for his mind to register the words Nick had said.
"If I had stayed with him, nothing would have gone wrong. I should have dropped him back to his apartment. If I had done that then nothing...."
But Nick interrupts him, his face turning into horror, voice tense, "Ray, Ray, stop! Is this what you think is the reason I'm not letting you see Sand?"
Ray can only nod blankly.
"Shit" Nick curses, "Oh Sand would kill me if I let you think that. Damn it" he continues to mutter to himself before turning back to look at him.
Nick makes Ray look at him, hands tense on his shoulder. "Sand's accident was not your responsibility. You are not the reason why Sand got into an accident. What I meant by not letting you see Sand was because I cannot let you confuse Sand anymore and continue to be by his side if you don't mean it"
Ray's mind reels at Nick's words, his thoughts swirling in confusion.
"I... I don't understand," Ray stammers, his voice shaky as he tries to process Nick's words. "But... but I left him that night. I left him alone, and then..."
Nick's grip tightens on Ray's shoulder, his eyes filled with frustration and sympathy. "Ray, listen to me," he says firmly, his voice cutting through Ray's haze of confusion. "Sand's accident wasn't your fault. It was and will always be the drunk driver's fault. It was just... a terrible accident"
Ray lets Nick's words sink in. Nobody was thinking it was his fault? Why? He should be held responsible. His confusion must have still shown on his face because Nick sighs deeply.
"Look Ray, I know you are with Mew now. But the thing is, as Sand's friend, I cannot let you treat him as a second option. He deserves someone to make him their priority without any strings attached. Not someone who only comes to him when they cannot have what they actually want. It is not fair to Sand and the love that he holds for that person" He says, the words like a sharp knife to Ray's heart.
Has everything he has been doing made Sand think of himself like a second option? Did Ray really make Sand feel this horribly about himself. He knew Sand loved him, he banked on that to make Sand what he wanted to do and Sand had always yielded to him. Ray had gotten so used to that feeling that he never realized his own feelings were clouding his judgment and hurting Sand in the process.
Ray is a horrible person. He is such a horrible person. Ray does not deserve to see--
"You should go see him now"
Ray's head snaps up. "Huh?"
Nick gave another frustrated groan. "I said I will take you Sand's room. Now stand up before I change my mind"
Ray's heart races as Nick's words sink in. Without another word, he pushes himself up from the floor, wiping the tears from his eyes. He follows Nick silently down the sterile hospital corridor, his mind running wild.
As they approach Sand's room, Ray's heart races with anticipation and fear. What will he say to Sand? How will he face him after everything that has happened? He knows he can't undo the past, but he's determined to make things right, to show Sand that he's truly sorry and willing to change. To do anything to have him by his side. He cannot let go of him anymore.
Nick stops before opening the door for him. "Sand's condition last night was critical. Had it taken medics even a few minutes more, he probably would have..." he pauses, eyes closing as he takes a deep breathe. "He is out of danger now. and was conscious in the morning, even talked to me and his mother. He can be discharged in a week just to be safe. So all I want to say is, just you know, be careful with him"
Please, don't hurt him anymore. Is what Ray hears behind those words.
"I won't" Ray says and Nick gives him a slight smile.
Nick pushes open the door to Sand's room, and lets Ray steps inside, his eyes immediately finding Sand's figure lying in the hospital bed. Tubes and wires are attached to him, and he looks so pale and fragile. Ray's heart clenches at the sight.
Ray does not see but hears Nick close the door and leaving Ray alone with Sand. Ray had spent so many hours searching for Sand everywhere he could. And now that he is here, standing in front of Sand, he does not know what to do and where to start from.
"Sand," Ray murmurs softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Saying is name makes Ray feel so happy and pained at the same time. "I'm here."
Ray takes a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart as he approaches Sand's bedside. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to touch Sand's hand, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. Those slender fingers that he had held so many times but never once appreciated, fitting perfectly into his own.
Ray laughs bitterly, wiping the tears from his eyes as he takes the seat beside his head, gazing into those closed eyes.
"You know my court date was today, right? They assigned me social community work. I had to choose between teaching kids and cleaning up something. I chose the first one, surprising, right?" He laughs, rambling as he holds Sand's hand tightly in his. It grounds him. Being with Sand, talk to him about all these little things. Ray did not lie when he had said being Sand made him so damn happy.
"You know cleaning is easier then dealing with kids. I really don't like kids. But then I thought, wait, Sand can help me with that. You how to handle kids, right? You're so patient and caring, always knowing just what to say to make them feel better." Ray's voice cracks with emotion as he speaks. You always know how to make me feel better.
"I wish I could turn back time, Sand," Ray whispers, his voice barely audible in the quiet hospital room. "I wish I could go back to that night and make things right. I wish I could stay with you, hold you close, and never let you go..."
Ray's words hang heavy in the air as he leans his head on Sand's hand/ He squeezes Sand's hand gently, hoping against hope that somehow, someway, Sand can hear him, can feel the depth of his remorse and love. "I did not lie when I said you made me so damn happy. I know I'm late to realize it but just know this Sand, I'm stubborn. Now that you have walked into my life, I will not let you walk away"
"I love you, Sand," Ray continues, his voice trembling with emotion. "More than anything in this world. And I promise you, I will do whatever it takes to make things right. To be the person you deserve. Please, just give me another chance..."
Blurry teared eyes raises up, only to meet two that Ray had so desperately ached to see.
"Sand?" Ray whispers, voice so desperate and trembling. His hand that holds Sand's quivers as he looks into his fully focused, not even a tinge of tiredness eyes.
Realization strikes Ray at that very moment. With wide eyes, Ray's breathing picks up as he almost screeches out, "Have you been awake this entire time?"
Sand's gaze holds Ray's with something like......hopefulness? love? adoration? and something else, something unreadable. Bu that cannot be right. But otherwise, his expression remains neutral, giving no hint of what he might be feeling. But his eyes, oh those eyes.
Slowly, Sand nods, his expression softening, like a ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds on a stormy day. "Yes, Ray," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth, sounding strong yet so soft, "I've been awake."
Ray's mind reels at the revelation, emotions crashing over him like a tidal wave. He feels a surge of guilt, realizing that Sand must have heard every word he said, every confession, every plea for forgiveness.
That scares Ray, Scares him so much that his hand that had been holding Sand's, which Sand had been holding back, he tries to move it out of his grip and run away and hide somewhere.
But as Ray attempts to pull his hand away, Sand tightens his grip, his fingers intertwining with Ray's in a firm yet gentle hold. Ray's eyes widen in surprise, his heart pounding in his chest as he meets Sand's gaze once again.
"Don't," Sand whispers, his voice barely above a breath. "Please, don't go."
Ray's breath catches in his throat at the raw vulnerability in Sand's voice, the unspoken plea echoing in his heart. He swallows hard, feeling a lump form in his throat as he struggles to find his voice.
"I... I......" Ray admits, his voice trembling with emotion. Tears starts to drip down his cheeks again, his breathing picking up again. No, not now. Please not now.
Ray keeps trying to calm down his breathing but nothing works, if anything, it only makes it even more difficult. He is left gasping for breath.
Suddenly, there are two arms around him, a hiss of pain and then a hand guiding him face down to a chest.
Ray finds himself enveloped in a warm embrace, his sobs muffled against the fabric of Sand's hospital gown. He feels Sand's arms around him, holding him tightly, offering comfort that he so desperately wanted.
"Shh, Ray, it's okay," Sand murmurs soothingly, his voice a gentle melody in the chaos of Ray's mind. "I'm here. I'm right here."
Ray clings to Sand like a lifeline, his heart aching. Here he should be the one helping Sand, be there for him and here he is once again, being a burden to Sand, letting the injured one taking care of him.
Ray wants to pull away from the hug, to not hurt Sand anymore but Sand's voice stops him. "You are not hurting me. But you leaving now and not let me hug you will hurt me even more"
A laugh full of tears escapes Ray's chest despite the circumstances. "Really? Is now the time to flirt?"
Sand's answering laugh fills Ray's entire body with pure content. "Flirting is not time or place restricted"
"There are many who would like to disagree"
"Well, I only care about one person's opinions. So if they are fine with it, I'm too" Sand answers back.
Ray can't help but smile through his tears at Sand's playful banter. This is what he had missed so desperately even if it had only been a day.
Mew can never give him anything like this. Can never be what Sand is to him. Not now, not ever.
With a shaky exhale, Ray allows himself to sink into Sand's embrace, letting go of the walls he had built around his heart. He buries his face in Sand's chest, his tears of happiness soaking into the fabric as he holds on tightly, as if afraid that Sand might disappear if he lets go.
Sand's arms tighten around him just as tightly as Ray had been craving for so long. He never imagined that Sand would still want him near after everything that had happened. But here he is, holding Ray close, offering forgiveness and understanding.
"I'm sorry, Sand," Ray whispers between sobs, his words muffled against Sand's chest. "I'm so sorry for everything. I never meant to hurt you. I cannot live without you, Sand"
Sand strokes Ray's back soothingly, his touch a calming balm to Ray's shattered soul. "Me too, Ray" he whispers, his own voice close to tears.
Ray clings to Sand like his life depends on it, unable to let go of the overwhelming flood of emotions crashing over him. He feels Sand's heartbeat beneath his ear, steady and reassuring, grounding him in the present moment.
"I love you, Sand," Ray murmurs, his voice barely audible in the quiet hospital room. "More than anything in this world. I promise, I'll never leave you again."
"I know, Ray. I know" Sand whispers back.
"So, you are going to break up with Mew?" Sand asks as Ray extends a spoon full of soup to his lips, after blowing on it carefully to cool it down.
Ray nods, tipping the spoon to Sand's lips. "I have asked to meet him at the hostel tonight. I will tell him everything honestly and apologize"
Sand takes a sip of the soup, his expression thoughtful as he considers Ray's words. "Are you sure that's what you want, Ray?" he asks gently, concern lacing his voice. "I don't want you to feel pressured into anything because of me or because of the accident-"
Ray covers Sand's lips with a tissue, wiping the soup as well as efficiently silencing him. Sand makes an adorably surprised face. "No, Sand. This isn't about pressure," he insists, reaching out to take Sand's hand in his.
"This is about what's right. I think my feelings for Mew stemmed from desperation. I will not say they were not true because they once were. But after I met you, I think they changed. I did not accept that I loved you, did not accept that my feelings for Mew had started to fade. Having Mew accept me was what I had wanted and I clung to that. But last night was terrifying for me. I realized I loved you and not Mew and that scare me so much that I ran away" Ray confesses. It feels so good to let it all out of his chest.
Sand's eyes widen slightly in surprise at Ray's confession, but he doesn't interrupt, allowing Ray to continue.
"But now, being here with you, holding your hand, hearing your voice... I know where I truly belong," Ray says softly, his gaze locked with Sand's. "I want to be with you, Sand. I want to make things right between us, to show you how much you mean to me."
Sand's expression softens, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ray, you don't have to prove anything to me," he says gently. "I already know how much you care, how much you regret what happened. And I forgive you, Ray. Completely."
Ray feels a weight lift off his shoulders at Sand's words, tears welling up in his eyes once again, but this time tears of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, Sand," he whispers, his voice choked with emotion.
Sand squeezes Ray's hand reassuringly. "Just promise me one thing, Ray," he says earnestly, his eyes searching Ray's for sincerity.
"Anything, Sand," Ray replies without hesitation.
"Promise me that you'll be honest with yourself and with me. That you won't let fear or doubt come between us again," Sand says, his voice firm but gentle.
Ray nods, his heart full of determination. "I promise, Sand. I will never let you down again. From now on, I'll be true to myself and to you."
Sand's smile widens, and he leans forward to press a tender kiss to Ray's forehead. "That's all I ask, Ray"
Ray's owns lips turns into a smile. He chases Sand's lips the moment he is close to him. Sand's lips are soft as they cover his. The kiss is tender and gentle. SO loving and caring.
Oh, how close Ray was to losing it all.
As Ray looks into Sand's eyes, he knows that this is where he belongs. With Sand by his side, he feels stronger, more confident, and more alive than he has ever felt before. And as they sit together in that hospital room, surrounded by the warmth of their love, Ray knows that no matter what challenges they may face, they will overcome them together, hand in hand.
And in that moment, Ray knows that he has found his home in Sand's heart, and he will never let go.