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This diary entry is written by ‹defineMANIAC›. ( View all entries )

Sunday, 23 December 2012
09:53:03 PM (GMT)
A long moment passed as Aiden stared at the ground in front of him.  A rare smile
was beginning to form, and even push the boundaries of a grin.  For once, his hand at
his side was still, not tapping the tips of his fingers together in irregular

"Hello?  Aiden, are you there?"

The voice snapped him back to reality, and he raised the phone back up to his ear,
"Huh?  Yeah, sorry..."
"You alright bro?  You sound kinda.... I dunno, airy?"

Salem frowned with concern as an unfamiliar sound made its way through the telephone,
"What the hell was that?!  Aiden, are you okay?"  The noise rang out again.
"You're an idiot."
And then it hit him.  Aiden was laughing.  Not just his usual chuckle, or huff of
air, but a proper laugh.  One that Salem could hear joy in.  He smiled, "I'm coming
"You have no idea how much I've been waiting to hear that..."  Aiden said, a stupid
grin on his face and the beginnings of tears (can you believe it, tears!) stinging
his eyes.  He let the phone drop to his side- the phone that had caused him so much
trouble by preventing Salem's texts.  He dropped it to the floor, following it down
as his legs gave way.
He sat for a while in stunned silence before drawing his knees to his chest and
hugging them tightly.  Although still smiling, uncontrollable tears rolled down his
cheeks as he rocked back and forth.  Salem was back.  Salem was safe.  Salem was

The same three phrases reverberated through Aiden's mind for the eight long minutes
it took for his best friend to arrive.  Salem let himself in (of course he'd kept the
key), venturing up the stairs of the flat before pushing open the door.  Upon seeing
his friend curled up on the floor, he rushed over as fast as possible, crouching next
to him, "Aiden-?"
The shining green eyes peered up at him over pale arms for a split second before the
boy unfurled, throwing his arms around Salem and sobbing freely into his shoulder. 
For once, the detective didn't care about pride, or self-respect, only that he had
his friend back, and in that moment he swore on everything he owned that Salem would
never hurt again.  Not as long as he breathed.

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