Sunflowers: Sean Diaz x Reader

Chapter Twelve: Dreams

If you don't know all the information about Life is Strange 2, you may not want to read this.

That means there are spoilers about the end of the game!

"Try with this one."

"That one's too easy! Look!"

"Don't brag! It was too heavy for you a few days ago!" Listening to the boys bicker over the lighter things was always something I enjoyed. It felt like things were simple again when fussing over the smallest things.

It had been around six weeks since all of our lives changed forever.

Five weeks since we learned about Daniel's powers.

Five weeks since Sean and I learned that I was pregnant.

Six weeks since Esteban died.

Six weeks of running from the police.

It didn't seem like that much time had passed. There'd been some crazy times for sure. We walked further than I could imagine, and even stayed at a shelter for a while, but eventually, we found ourselves in an old house.

It seemed abandoned, or perhaps it was a vacation home a family just didn't care about anymore. Regardless, it became home for us-- it meant safety.

"Let's try to lift something else. Not too heavy, though-- I'm a little tired," Daniel's voice grabbed my attention for a mere moment before I zoned back out.

We had all changed drastically since then. It's like, we became closer in a way I didn't think was really possible. Of course, when you have only each other to talk to, and the only thing you can think about is the consuming fear, you learn to rely on each other unless you plan on getting depressed or going clinically insane.

By then, I was so sure I was going insane, but not because of the company or lack of.

"Every now and then, I get flashes of... I don't know. They're like dreams, but I'll be wide awake, but I'm not where I was before the dreams start. Every single time, I'd be in a whole new place I'd never seen before."

Some are good.

Some are funny.

And some just put me in shock.

Vision

It was hot. Probably the middle of the summer, when we reached the border.

I was in the back seat, Daniel was in the passenger seat, and Sean was in the driver's seat.

We were in an old beat-up car. I don't know if we stole it, or bought it. Either way, it wasn't familiar.

The police surrounded us as the border was only one hundred meters away. So many guns and emotions were running high. I looked about ready to pop, and by the looks of it, it had to be June or July.

"You know that day, in Seattle, the day dad was shot?" Sean was crying, looking at Daniel. I felt scared-- terrified. I had never been that afraid in my life.