[felix’s p.o.v.]
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Somewhere a clock is ticking.
I don’t remember Genia owning a clock.
Or my adopted mother… she always thought the constant ticking was annoying. I felt the same.
Where am I…?
I open my eyes to see a woman standing over me. She has blonde hair, like mine, and striking blue eyes… like mine. She reaches forward and touches my face, and a few of her tears drip onto me. They splash right onto my heart. It reminds me of Cry in a weird, twisted way. Because right as the tears start to fall, my whole body goes numb. I can’t move, and my breaths come out as ragged gasps
“Jag är såledsen, Felix...”
(i’m so sorry, felix...)
”Mom?” I pant and she flinches. Her hand immediately moves from my face. I wish she would put it back... but... isn’t this the same woman that left me behind to rot in that damned orphanage? Isn’t this the same woman that killed my real father on that cursed day? ”Where did you go? Why did you leave me all by myself?”
”Stjärnornaväntar på dig.”
(the stars are waiting for you)
She closes her eyes, but when she opens them they’re all black. They looked black when she died, too. I move back and hit my head against the wall behind me. I’m in a long room, all the walls painted white. She lunges for me, but I duck under her arms and run past her. I hear my mom’s footsteps pounding after me.
”It’s not my time!” I yell at her when she tries to follow me. ”Don’t make me go! I’m not ready to-” I turn from where I was looking behind me, and Ken is standing in there. He presses a gun to my chest and smile.
”It’s your time...” He whispers before pulling the trigger.
>>>>
I slowly wake up in a bed that isn’t my own. Sun is shining through a window to my left. I jolt up when I see the walls are painted white, just like my dream… but relax when I notice Red asleep in a chair pulled up by me bed. I press a hand to where Cry stabbed me and notice that I’m bleeding from sitting up so fast.
Fucking hell, I’ve had that dream more times than I can count in the last few weeks. It’s a little different each time… my mother is always there, but sometimes it isn’t Ken. Sometimes the person who shoots me is Cry.
(does he realize how much it hurt to look at him after that)
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In The Stars - (PewDieCry)
FanfictionOn that night I swear I could see the stars in his eyes. They were so bright, curious, magical, beautiful, amazing. I could have come up with a million adjectives to describe him and never manage to find the right one. I wonder... does he see the st...
