𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

"Sometimes you just have to let it all out. Cry your heart out and let go," —Telza Kream Fynn

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Nikolai Romano sat on his bed, his real bed. As much as he appreciated Rafe for his help, he needs to be somewhere where he actually felt at home. Doesn't matter if his father wants him or not, he just wanted to be back home.

Well, he just wanted to be away from everyone and everything.

So what better way to do that than to skip school while his father is off at a bar or at work (niko doesn't know which, but at least he's not at home), right?

But quite honestly, he's can't take it anymore.

He can't stand the fact that his father hates him. He can't stand that Rafe keeps saying everything is gonna be fine when it's not. He can't stand that Oliver is probably going to get away with murdering Coraline. He can't stand that Coraline is actually gone. The love of his life is dead, and he can't do anything about it.

And so he cried.

He cried about Cora, about his dead mother and sisters, about his drunk father, about his fucked up life, about everything.

Because he just can't take it anymore.

The broken boy laid in his cold bed, weeping himself to sleep. At least in his dreams, no one will bother him. No one can ask him for anything or bother him, no one.

At least in his dreams, he can see her.

"Niko.. Nikolai.. wake up," a voice echoed around the room.

The boy's eyes started to open, confusion fused in them. He soon met very familiar brown ones, ones that he's been begging whoever is up in the sky to let him see again. Once he realized who was in front of him, his whole body jumped up to sit on the bed. The boy's whole body shook, and tears started running down his face.

This must be a fucking dream.

"I'm- I'm so sorry, I r-really am," her voice was shaky as she gently wiped away Nikolai's tears, "I-I really need your help, and yes.. yes, I'm really h-here."

Nikolai just stared at the girl in shock, his body completely frozen and pale as if he's staring at a ghost.

Well, you could say he is, considering Coraline DeVille, who's supposed to be dead, is sitting right in front of him.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE.

WOOHOO!!! WE'RE ALMOST DONE! no i do not regret leaving this off on a cliff hanger.