From That Painting - Technobladexreader

ᴄʜᴘ. 15

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Broken Glass, Broken Heart. What will the future lead...

The cries of the sirens, travel through your head. But your vision was blurry and you couldn't think straight.

You could hear a lady's cry, and you could hear your named being called.

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Technoblade couldn't think straight either. All he wanted is to go back to where you are.

The glass was broken, he could go back. His tears were everywhere and his family couldn't even understand how he felt.

Two lovers from different times. Separated once again.  

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"MOVE MOVE!" yelled once of the hospitals nurse.

"What's going on, what happened?"                           

 "She had a stoke sir we need to bring her to the ER" 

"EXTREME HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE."

"She's having a heart failure. MOVE MOVE!"

"Y/N WAKE UP PLEASE!"

"WERE LOSING HER QUICKLY"

"MOVE OUT OF THE WAY"

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