A kinda cliche reincarnation story

chapter 27

Wilder pov. Fourteen yrs old.

"Will you help me do it?" I asked, watching him.

He didn't say anything, just stared at me. I could tell he was trying to say something, but nothing came out.

I could see the fear in his eyes, a fear that I completely understood. I had been drowning in it when I was still figuring it all out, scared of what my father would think, my family, my friends. I had been so scared of having such hateful words thrown at me, that I hid away for years.

Just as I was about to say something, he got up, his eyes shining with tears.

And just before he ran away, he whispered two words.

And those two words, they tore me apart.

Then he ran away, stumbling down the roofs to the street. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open and my hand outstretched. Like an idiot.

By the time I thought to follow, he was nowhere to be seen.

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I searched and searched, but he was nowhere to be found. Not in the markets, not in the dorm, not in the library, no where I looked.

Eventually the suns started going down and the guards were starting to pick the rats that had not quite left yet. I hid in the shadows and continued searching.

So stupid. I scolded myself. Why wouldn't he be scared? I heard about some speech the king made, a death sentence to anyone not straight or cis. He deemed us all, 'evil' or something.

If someone had asked me start a rebellion for the queers back when i was still closeted, id be scared out of my mind.

And there was no death sentence then.

How stupid could i be?

"Dang it!" I whisper-shouted, angry tears brimming. I was now in the streets of the commoner area, looking and asking around inns for a brown haired boy named Ellio. But no luck.

Sighing dejectedly, I looked up at the moon that was now high in the sky. I found a comfy nook on an inn's roof and vowed to myself that I'd look tomorrow too.