newborn- maybe a day or so old.
When I open my eyes, it's dark.
I hear someone crying and look up to see a woman, tears streaming down her face. She seems weak, her face hollow and large bags under her eyes.
I try to say something, maybe ask whats wrong, but what comes out is only baby gibberish.
She looks at me, surprised. Then her face softens and she cradles me closer, "Wilder . . . that's your name." She sniffles, then continues, "I-I'm so sorry. I-I . . . I wont be able to . . . to raise you. I . . . I love you" then she cries again, hugging me to her chest.
Huh? I think, then I stay silent.
Remembering this moment is probably more important than figuring out whats going on, I can do that later.
Then, like she suddenly remembered something, she reaches up behind her neck, taking off the necklace that shed been wearing.
It has a black string and a thick silver ring on it. A band of vibrant greens and blues swirling around each other sits in the middle. Its beautiful.
She sets it around my neck, careful to make sure it doesn't fall.
She plants a kiss on my head, then she just sits there in silence, hugging me. I don't know how long it was, but eventually someone came into the stuffy, cold room.
He's a tall, skinny man. He has greasy dark brown hair and tears in his kind, green eyes. The clothes he wore are thin and haggard, fraying at the bottom.
He kneels down and hugs her, then, he too lets out a sob.
She whispers, choking on her cries, "t-take care of Wilder, p-please."
He whispers back reassuringly, "I-I will, don't worry."
They fall into silence, crying once more. "I love you Careen" the man says, barely audible.
"I-I love you too Theo" Careen, the woman, says, matching his quiet volume.
They stay like that for a while, and then, the woman took one last shuddering breath, the life leaving her eyes.
Seeing this, and knowing that he will never get her back, the man sinks to the floor and sobs uncontrollably.
I start to cry too, she looked so nice and caring, and the way she had looked at me made it hurt all the more.
She didn't deserve to die.
After some time the man, Theo, sat up slowly and took me with shaking hands.
He whispered to me, "I'm so sorry Wilder. Y-you don't deserve this life." before crying again.
And so, we both cried until we soon fell asleep on the cold dirt floor, him cradling me in his arms.
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A kinda cliche reincarnation story
Fantasya kinda cliche story of how a normal boy died tragically, and opened his eyes to a world of magic. there will be bxb and other lgbtq+ things, so if your against it, i suggest you go. I started this story thinking it would be cliche and stuff, and...
