Mandela Effect ( Countryhumans )

Chapter 29 : Currant

That night, martial had another dream.

He stood on a tall platform, overlooking a crowd and the perfect spot to watch a punishment. On the huge cross is a youth who was beaten and dirty, tied to her arms and waist while underneath her is a haystack and coal.

Just from this scene alone, he can already tell what was about to happen. He thought he'd grown used to it now, he thought he could handle it once more, but the moment the signal was given, he couldn't help but chase after that torch that was thrown.

But he remained frozen on the spot. He can see everything as a spectator, a third party, but he couldn't do anything except yell and beg them to stop.

Martial slumped on the floor, the other him behind him remained standing. But even if he doesn't turn to look. He can tell that the martial in his dream, is looking at the scene with tears trickling down his face.

He wants to wake up, he wants it all to be over, he wants it all to end already!

The dream changed and morphed. The place he is in now is no longer at the platform, watching his twin burn again and again, but a familiar looking living room.

The living room that he remembered in his childhood.

The door to the living room opened, he glance over there and saw philia walking towards the couch and slumped down. Her face was haggard, deprive of any energy. There were no ripples in her eyes as she looked straight ahead into the empty space.

This was his twin when she was still a young teenager.

The room was dark, the only light was from the moon that seers through the windows.

Martial walked close and noticed a few scratches on her arm. Her hand was trembling, and a bit reddish.

Philia sighed and leaned into a more comfortable position before drowsiness kicks in.

Martial watched his twin looking tired as though she finally gave up about everything. He watched her close her eyes, her eyelashes casting a shadow before she took a pillow and lay on it.

Now the youth was fast asleep, like a cat who finally took a rest after eating it's fill. It was both melancholic and cute.

Martial couldn't help but smile and kneeled down, attempting to brush a stand of her hair. But his hand passed through, touching nothing but air.

Her frowned and sat on the floor, his back on the couch. Seeing her looking tired, he too, felt tired.

The living room was quiet, one dreaming martial and one sleeping philia remained inside. It felt like nobody else existed in the world.

As martial relaxed his body, the youth behind suddenly stood up, took the vase from the coffee table and threw it at the door.

The vase shattered, the flowers fell along with the cold water. The carpet floor was then stained, absorbing it till only a mark is left.

“Who is it?!” she screamed. Her eyes bulging, her pupils shaking like on the verge of breaking down.

The door opened and Davao stepped in. He stood straight like a ramrod, his hand behind his back. He looked at his master with no ripple in his eyes.

“My lady...” he called.

Philia sneered, “What the fuck do you want?”

Martial was surprised, although his memory of how Davao and philia interacted was blurry, he never once saw her hostility to him. He never even thought about it.