IMPORTANT! THIS CHAPTER IS IN PAST ST. VINCENT'S POV BUT IN TIMELINE AS THE LAST CHAPTER
I stared at Vince as they lay unconscious on the ground, sweating and red in the face. Are they asleep? Are they dreaming? I can't tell... Or are... are they dead? No- no! They can't be dead, they're strong... I need to try...
"Wake up Vince..!"
"Vince?"
"Please Vince wake up..."
They aren't waking up... oh shit... just. Stay calm St. Vincent. You'll figure it ou- What's that noise..?
(The sound of gunshots comes closer and closer to St. Vincent and Vince's area.)
It's France.
AHH SHIT!
"VINCE WAKE UP!! FRANCE- FRANCE IS COMING"
"VINCE-"
Vince's eyes opened- but they're not moving or talking...? Just laying there with tears in their eyes and looking at me... Are they trying to tell me s-something..?
"Vince... wake up I'm dy-"
*swoosh*
What's tha-
OH SHIT— SOMETHINGS COMI-
Why am I on the g-ground- ugh- I- everything's- getting blurry... VINCE!! VINCE WAKE- Vince? I- oh fuck...
Everything went dark.
What the... am I dead...? Did I just stop myself from existing in the future?? Oh no oh no oh no oh no... I lost Vince, I lost my country, I lost everything. All of it is gone... I'm done... I failed... I wasn't good enough to save myself, I'm never good enough for anyone am I... I'm just a stupid island in the Caribbean, no power over anything or anyone, and a fool. I...
No more thoughts. Just darkness.
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-Authors Notes-
Aaaaaaaa this chapter was so fun to writeeeeeee
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The Past.
Historical FictionIt was about to be St. Vincent and the Grenadines Independence Day in a week. St. Vincent was just getting ready for it, and they were cleaning out their attic for the celebration. They never thought they would find what they had found there. A time...
