“I promise.”
The Daily Beta
Calvin Dreven, Socialite and Influencer, Dead at 25
November 12, 2016
The family of Calvin Dreven, social media sensation and Omega to the late Pack Dreven, reported that on the morning of November 11th, he passed away at age 25 after a short battle with FOS.
He was preceded in death by his pack, Pack Drevin. The pack, called “Hollywood Royalty,” was returning from filming the critically acclaimed movie “Broken and Beautiful” when they died in a tragic helicopter accident. Pack Dreven formed when they were teenagers, having grown up in the business together. Their relationship with Calvin was a storybook one that captured America’s attention and hearts after a chance meeting at a moviepremiere, where he was conducting interviews on the red carpet.
Calvin said in multiple interviews that it was love at first sight.
Sources close to the pack claim that since the unexpected death of his Alphas, Calvin had been showing signs of Foresaken Omega Syndrome (FOS), the devastating illness with symptoms that range from discomfort to death.
Calvin is survived by his three Alpha fathers, his Alpha mother and Omega father, and his Omega sister. The family asks for privacy as they deal with their grief.
Chapter Two
TEN YEARS LATER
It’s beenten years since Calvin passed, and I still don’t know how to live without him.
But I can do anything for thirty seconds, so I count in my head as I breathe in and out, before I loop back to one and start again.
Everyone says that grief isn’t linear. I never expected it to be. However, I did think that it would lessen, if only a little.
I’ve been told that grief never shrinks. It bumps up against the sides of you, taking up every inch of space within your body and making itself known. Supposedly, I’ll grow around the grief, so that it only hits my sides every once in a while, but it’s still the largest part of me.
It’s not that I should be over it by now, because I don’t think anyone can get over this type of loss, but I should know how to live with it better. I shouldn’t still be locked in my home, drowning in my grief.
But it’s been so long now that I don’t know if I can step outside my door into the real world.
Eight years.
It’s been eight years since I left my house by more than a few steps.
Sax says I only need to take one step. I have to breathe deep, count to thirty, one step, then another, until I’m on the sidewalk. Once I get on the sidewalk, he says it’ll be no big deal to take a few more steps until I get to the corner store.
And if I make it to the corner store, why not try for the coffee shop?
He hasn’t said as much, but I know that if I ever want to meet him, I will have to leave my home. He deserves so much better than an Omega who hyperventilates at the idea of bumping into an Alpha on the sidewalk.
Sax and I met on a forum for the paranormal television showUnexplainable and Bizarre,which followed a team of paranormal researchers investigating reports of extraordinary activity. It was canceled after four seasons, almost nine years ago. I was sharing my theories of places I thought they’d visit in season three, when Sax jumped into my post to argue with me that it was all fake.
This was shortly after I presented as an Omega. Less than six months later, my brother Calvin died of Foresaken Omega Syndrome. In my grief, I basically lived on the forum as a way to escape reality, and Sax was right there, going toe to toe with me.
Eventually, Sax must have grown tired of our back-and-forth conversations, which were getting increasingly off-topic and public, because he messaged me privately, and that was all she wrote.
We’re no longer teenagers sending messages back and forth whenever we could scrape time together. Now we’re adults with cell phones who can make video calls.
I still don’t know his name, and he doesn’t know mine either. After spending so long calling each other by ourscreen names, our real names don’t seem to hold any meaning anymore.
Part of me tells myself that if I don’t have his real name, I won’t have to tell him my very real feelings for him.
I’m in love with a man on a screen.
I think he may be one of the few people left who haven’t given up on me. My family almost has. All that’s left is Christmas, and after inviting me for years and me not showing up, they started coming here.
