Ch. 40 Future Days

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11:14 P.M.

Atlas Train bound for Mistral

Cabin 23

3rd Pov


Cayde: Hey kiddo.

Mora: *Yawn* Hello Cayde.

Cayde: Can't sleep?

She shakes her head.

Cayde: You know I had the exact same problem when I was your age.

Mora: You couldn't sleep either?

Cayde: Nah, but my Ma, came up with a little trick.

He then takes a little staff as it transforms into a guitar.

Insert picture here

Cayde: My Ma would always play me this song whenever I went to bed or was feeling sick and it would always make me feel better.

Mora: *Curious* Oh really?

Cayde: Do you want to hear it.

Mora: Of course.

Cayde strums the guitar, tunes it up strums it again, it was still not where he wanted it.  So he turned it up once more and played a little jingle of the song.  Perfect.

A/n: This is Cayde's voice but imagine it sounding a little younger

Cayde: If I ever were to lose you

I'd surely lose myself

Everything I have found dear

I've not found by myself

Try and sometimes you'll succeed

To make this man of me

All my stolen missing parts

I've no need for any more

I believe

And I believe 'cause I can see

Our future days

Days of you and me

Back when I was feeling broken

I focused on a prayer

You came deep as any ocean

Did something out there hear?

All the complexities and games

No one wins, but somehow, they're still played

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