Unity - an alan walker fanfiction

53.

3rd Person POV

Although many of the Walkers returned home as soon as Alan announced that the war was over, most of those who did remain attended a ceremony in the centre of Oslo about a month later. The placing of the memorial statue for the Red Nexus War was streamed across the world, and the Walkers in attendance were an ordered force, dressed, for what would hopefully be the last time, in their combat suits. Alan, Chris, Iselin, Lewis, Ken and #20913 were among those on the front line and all of them had tears running down their faces, even if you couldn't see #20913's.
"We place this statue in memorial of all of those who gave their lives fighting for what they believed in. May they rest in peace. We will now hold a minutes silence to remember them." The person leading the ceremony said. Alan took a deep breath, then called out
"ATTENTION!"
All of the Walkers present snapped to attention, standing tall, though most of them were crying behind the masks and helmets.

When the crowds and reporters left, and Ken had taken the remaining forces back to the base, a small group walked the steps at the base of the memorial, the leader holding a wreath of blue, white and black flowers. He placed it infront of the statue reverently, then stepped back as the rest of the group scoured the monument for specific names.

Iselin and Lewis sat down, reading through the lists, brushing past
#10107- Noah Kelly;
#23965- Oscar Jackson and
#17492- Daisy Hodgson
until they found the one they were searching for -

#19010- Edward James.

Alan was crouched by the back, staring at another name, etched into the black marble -

KYGO- Kyrre Gørvell-Dahll.

"I forgive you, Ky, and I miss you." He whispered, before standing up and going over to his boyfriend, another tear rolling down his cheek at the amount of Walkers that had been lost. Within a couple of minutes, the two teens joined them, and they left together, heading for Alan's house instead of the base.

Camilla and Andreas had been around the day before, and the fridge had fresh food in it, and Iselin immediately got to work in the kitchen, cooking for the group, and the rest of them dissapeared to do their own things.  It was a rather melancholy meal, just the four of then, and although they had initially planned to stay at the house, they quickly reached the consensus that that was not going to happen, and went back to the centre, Iselin dropping back into her group dorm to find that despite her expectations, they were all still there and supporting each other, and they welcomed her with open arms.

Literally.

#20913/ Tim PoV

The next day, I exited the bunker, holding my backpack, ready to leave and finally confront the circus that was the Swedish government and the media, to find a figure already stood out on the mountainside.

Iselin's hair was swept back on the wind, her skirt whipping around her thighs as she gazed down on the town. I watched from a distance, though she could obviously tell I was there.
"Hey Tim." She muttered, turning towards me, and even from far away, I could see the tear tracks running down her cheeks. I sighed and set doen my bag, moving to embrace her, and she almost collapsed in my arms. It wasn't too long before another pair of arms wrapped around both of us and I smiled up at Martin's soft face.
"Hej [Hi] Marty." He smiled at me and reached down to ruffle Iselin's already messy hair.
"How're you holding up schatje?" [Darling] She just shrugged and grimaced at me. I smiled sadly and hugged her just a bit tighter.

When we finally let go, I grabbed her shoulder gently.
"Hey, offer still applies; you call me up if you ever need anything or to get away." She nodded.
"So you're going?" Marty nodded back.
"Only to Stockholm for now, this idiot needs to somehow prove to the government that he's not dead, and we've got some other stuff to settle, but then we'll be going to Amsterdam. You know where to find us if you need to." She gave us one final hug, then turned away, slowly making her way back into the bunker. At the door she stopped and turned back to wave goodbye one final time before the door slammed shut behind her.

#19013/ Iselin PoV

It was another week until Lewis and I could finally go home. Chris was staying behind, but Alan flew back to Birmingham with us, and we dropped Lewis with his mom and girlfriend before Alan escorted me to my parents' rebuilt house. The whole layout had been reshuffled- my bedroom was in the basement now, and although it wasn't decorated with posters like before, my PC did sit on the desk, a brand new monitor gleaming under the overhead lights. We gave Alan the spare room for the night, but I'm fairly sure he didn't sleep.

I didn't either.

It was quiet in my room; so different to the constant noise of the centre, and once the lights were off, it was pitch-black too. There was always something going on in the base, which meant there was always light coming from somewhere. At 4am I gave up trying to sleep and vidcalled an online friend. She picked up after 3 rings and we talked for hours about movies and TV shows.

When we finally hung up, the clock was showing early morning. I changed my clothed and headed upstairs. There was a frost on the lawn, and the sun was just peeking over the horizon, but Alan was already sat at the window with a cup of coffee.
"Good night?" I asked, pouring myself a mug.
"Heh. No." He replied, turning away from the sunrise.
"You?"
"Neither. You leaving straight away today or do you want to do something?" He shrugged, so we booted Call of Duty on the PlayStation. It was honestly stupid how hard I was trying to beat him, but he still managed to kick my ass time after time. Eventually, having grown tired of constantly being beaten, I switched out the game until my parents came down to cook breakfast.

When Alan had left, gone so quickly, I could still feel the pressure of his arms around me, a fleeting memory of comfort gone like the wind, I  collapsed into bed, exhaustion finally taking hold after many sleepless nights.

Over time it got better. I went back to the studio. Recorded a track for a song i wrote about Ed. I cried that night, and in the morning I called Martijn, just to have someone to talk to. Lots of people online were questioning me, asking what happened to the band and if I was OK. I generally ignored them.

And just as I thought I was nearly recovered;
It
    All
          Came
                    Crashing
                                     Down
                                                Again.

A/N: this chapter brought to you by Born to Ride and Yesterday, alongside the fuckass reliability of Deutsche Bahn.

Also I'm sorry for breaking people's hearts again :/ I am apparently very good at giving my characters trauma.

I haven't decided yet exactly who will be making a reccuring appearance from now on, however there is probably only roughly 2/3 chapters left now, depending on what I can convince myself to write, but you'll have to wait for another two weeks for the next update, my drafts are at home. Which I am not, sooooo. Enjoy, ill see you in like 2 weeks.