𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛! ✧ ｡⁺ ˚࿐
cherry garcia babysits adam reed even though she's only a year older than him.
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I TOOK ADAMS HAND IN MINE!
a million thoughts raced through my head.
most of them were about wether or not i would disappear.
i was terrified. i didn't want to die.
but i couldn't let adam see that.
"you were always more interested in the universe than you were your own son." older adam seethed.
"that's not true." adam defended.
he squeezed my hand, as if asking for confirmation on wether or not i was still breathing.
"that is true, and when you're older, you'll realize that. it- you know what? it's- that ship has sailed. it's too late for me. so you know, whatever. i'm fine. but he needs you." adam pointed at his younger self.
i drew hearts on adams hand absentmindedly in an attempt to distract myself.
"and you? what do you need?" louis asked.
"i need to go for a walk." older adam said, and left the motel.
"i can't be here, adam. i have to go." louis began.
"please don't go." adam begged.
"i have too."
"please."
"this is.. this is bigger than any of us. it's too dangerous what he's asking me to do. i can't."
adam leaned into his fathers shoulder, silently.
"alright. we'll see each-other again." louis kissed his forehead.
he stood up from the bed, and walked towards the door.
"wait." adam stopped him. "i need to tell you something."
"no, you can't say anything else to me. i can't know the future. i'm sorry. i have to go home. your mom and you are waiting."
i plopped down onto the bed silently, refusing to look at adams sad face because i knew i would start to cry.
the door opened, and i looked up when i heard it shut.
adam looked down at the ground.
he walked over to me, sniffling.
"i just want him back." he whispered, laying down next to me.
i wrapped my arms around his warm body, hands resting in his hair.
