The boy who died and the girl who couldn't.
"I wouldn't be surprised if you told me the world was going to end, again."
"uh... about that-"
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A Ben Hargreeves Fan fiction
season 1 - complete ✓
season 2 - writing
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Season 1, Episode 1 'We only see each other at weddings and funerals'
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Despite Rose telling him at least a hundred times that he didn't have to, Klaus had positioned himself at the bar and was attempting to manifest their father. So, she was left to her own devices. She wandered aimlessly to the hallway upstairs, drawing an invisible line along the wall with her index finger but her steps faltered when she spotted a familiar door.
The door was a deep mahogany colour with a small, golden doorknob. The top half of the door had a small hook in it, which a much lighter, wooden sign hung from, it read:
Rose and Klaus, enter with caution.
The words were burnt into the wood and underneath them, there were two small handprints, one a purpleish-red colour and the other a deep olive green. Carefully, she traced her thumb over the handprints, a sad smile on her face. As much as she hated this place, it had still been her home.
Rose slowly turned the cool metal of the doorknob and opened the door, stepping foot inside. Immediately, she was hit with the smell of old weed and books. The room was split in half by a window opposite the door, the right side her's and the left Klaus's.
Klaus's bed was messy and unmade, dirty clothes at the foot of it and an old joint rested on his pillow. The wall the bed was pressed against was littered with various posters, even some newspaper articles, and a photo of Klaus and Rose standing ,arms around each other's shoulders, smiling brightly.
Turning to her side of the room, Rose noted that everything was exactly as it was when they had left. An open sketchbook was placed upside down on her pillow and her pens and pencils lay on the end table next to the bed. Her wall, although also covered in posters, was neater than Klaus's. Where his posters overlapped and peeled away from the wall, hers were stuck down neatly, evenly spaced apart. Hanging across the wall was a long strip of fairy lights with numerous polaroids pegged in-between the bulbs.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Rose leant over to switch the lights on and they shone a warm yellow colour, illuminating the pictures. She smiled brightly to herself and turned to her pillow, lifting the incredibly dusty sketchbook onto her lap. She crossed her legs on top of the comforter and began to flick through the pages, pausing with a smile when she saw a certain sketch. The picture was of Klaus and Ben sat side by side on the bed with obvious fake smiles on their faces where she had made them pose.
