"Time really does change your perspective, huh?"

It was because of him (part 2)

He looked beautiful under the sky. His mouth slightly wide open, breathing heavily. As the reality of things dawned upon him, his head fell forward and he let out a strangled sound.

While the dark clouds rushed to hide away the blue moon, the boy sobbed. And for how long, I do not know because I had left to go sleep. All I know is that by the time I was up and awake, there was no room. No mansion. No sound.

Just the chatter of a crowd and the sunlight burning my eye lids. My eyes opened to a dark alley, a couple paper plates discarded on the ground near my feet.

My eyes snapped open wider as my mind processed my surroundings. As my eyes fell towards the busy street, a gush of relief left my body. The newspapers, the smell of pastries, the orange hue in the sky; I was in Paris. The city I grew to adore. The place I wandered at night with him.

I scrambled to my feet, brushing off dirt from my clothes and cursing the malnormal who chose a stinking alley for my return. I would have much preferred my own bed in the hotel, but alas, I suppose I can't ask much.

As I made my way to Orlork's hotel, I pondered over what to expect from this present. I knew what I was doing when I cured Louis. Saving him meant a changed past. I may as well have changed Noe's life forever. For all I know, I saved Louis and he never died, causing Noe to live with him and the others happily ever after.

Now that the reality is sinking in, I don't know if I was aware of what the hell I was doing. I tampered with not just Louis's fate, but Noe's past as well. Adults are a result of their childhood...Noe is no different.

The Noe I know had a tragic childhood. Losing his friend, who was like family to him, made him into the man he is today...or was supposed to be today anyways.

My feet carried me awfully fast for someone who's eyes are drooping low. I want to know if he's still here. I want to know if it was fate who united us or just coincidence. I don't like to believe in such things as destiny but today, I sure wish there is one. For the both of us.

His goal for staying with me, to endure me, was Louis. Now that it's not a reason anymore, I wonder what became of his life. Could he still be back in his teacher's mansion? Does he remember me? If he does, did he look for me? Or did he forget like children do fairytales.

At this point, I was running. The world rushed past me as I stopped in front of the hotel. He has to be here...sleeping in our shared room. Legs tangled up in the sheets and drool dripping on his pillow.

I made a dash for the stairs, taking two at a time to reach him faster. If he's not here, I will have to carry out my vengeance myself, all alone. I wouldn't have anyone to hold onto or lean on. No one to smile at me the way he does.

As our shared room came in my line of sight, I sprinted towards it. Turning the door knob, I opened it wide. Nothing...there was no sound. No sleep talk. Not even the light was on.

My heart sank, along with my body. He wasn't here...

Tears clouded my vision at the thought of losing him. Of never having any contact with him. I have the memories....all of them but if I'm correct, He doesn't.

He's not even in Paris for all I know and here I am, on the floor sobbing. Low whimpers left my throat, only to go silence when the door to my right opened. And out walked a worried Noe, hair damp and a towel around his waist.

I stood up faster than light itself, clutching his shoulders, making sure he's here. His muscles tensed for a brief second before he fumbled to grip the loose towel around his hips.

"Vanitas!!!??!?! What the hell are you- when did you-" his words got cut off by a crack in his voice, eyes glistening as he gripped my back with his right hand.

"you idiot!! You had me so worried...I was afraid you'll never be back again," he cried and soon, I was crying even more.

"I'm not gonna leave you so easily you moron".

He laughed in between tears, dropping to the ground and holding me tighter. His bare torso made it hard for me to focus on what he was saying.

After we were done wailing like the children we are, he went to dress himself. Leaving me to wonder what the hell I changed if not his life purpose. Is it possible that Louis wasn't saved? Perhaps he's here despite not having a personal reason.

I shook off the thoughts and walked towards my bed, flinging myself on top. This is perfect. Not too small, and not too big. It's bliss.

As my eyes drooped shut and my consciousness faded, all I managed to hear was Noe saying "Louis won't be happy".