A darkness settled over Other Lamp. Try as the taller man may, his light just wouldnât burn. Countless light bulbs and muttered frustrations⌠And a consideration to throw Other Lamp away. But the taller man never did.
Shovel had been moved back into the Impala when he was suddenly needed for something the men called a case, and Other Lamp sat alone staring at the spot where Lamp used to sit. The men seemed to be out more and more leaving Other Lamp enveleped in his darkness⌠His loneliness.
Other Lamp was quickly approaching his end. Heâd never been able to throw himself from the table like his lover had. Instead whenever the shorter angry one would begin to shout with rage⌠Thatâs when Other Lamp felt a spark. He held his breath waiting for the man to knock him to the floor.
It had been a month and Other Lamps bulbs were dying more and more frequently and his glow was getting more and more dim.
âI thought for sure I had fixed this,â the taller man muttered. He examined Other Lamp in his hands. Other Lamp couldnât bare to look at him. He tried to make himself heavy, in hopes he would fall. Instead he was sat back down into his spot.
âWhat about the other one?â the angry one asked, âDidnât you fix that one?â
Other Lamps heart suddenly took off, pumping a mile a minute. Could it be?
His lights flickered, briefly catching the attention of the men in the room.
The angry man took a drink from one the familiar bottles he always had and the taller man left the room for a while.
This was the man⌠This was the monster that ruined everythingâŚ
Other Lamp lights were suddenly burning very bright as he bubbled with rage. Maybe he could zap the man where he sat. Maybe he could melt something important.
âHey,â the monster smiled. âThere ya go, now youâre burning bright.â
That smile, the kindness in the monsters eyes⌠Other Lamps fury burned out and he fell back into sadness, diming as he did.
The taller man had appeared back in the room. Something was in his hands.
A familiar Lamp Shade? Was that⌠His cord?
The imagine of Lamp shattered on the floor flooded back, it couldnât beâŚ
The taller man was so burly and turned in such a way that Other Lamp couldnât see, couldnât be sure. But hope somehow managed to burn within him.
Then light began to spill into the room shining brightly. A light Other Lamp knew⌠a light Other Lamp loved.
That taller man moved away, smiling at the lamp in satisfaction. And when Other Lamp beheld his love with his own eyes suddenly he could not shine bright enough himself. He was different⌠Dinged up, and put back together like Other Lamp himself, but it was him.
Their light spread across the room until finally they crossed. Their light became one once more, beaming into this dark room. They held each otherâs light dearly and chased away all the shadows of fear and loneliness. FinallyâŚ
Finally they were together again..
They could only beam at each other with joy, eyes watery from tears of pain and bliss.
âLook at that,â the angry one mused. âItâs almost like they missed each other.â
Both he and the taller one smiled.
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