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༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛
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"You fucking bastard."
༛༛ ༛ ༛༺༻༛ ༛ ༛༛

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮,
               𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂  𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱, 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓾𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝔁𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 '𝓫𝓾𝓲𝓵𝓭 𝓾𝓹 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓬𝓵𝓮' 𝓸𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓐𝓷𝔂𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼, 𝓱𝓸𝔀'𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷? 𝓐𝓷𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓬𝓬𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓽  𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮?

𝓦𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷... 𝓘'𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾.

- 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 :)

My eyes skimmed over the tattered piece of paper in my hands one last time before opening a time pocket and dropping it inside the glowing ring.

His name swam in my head like a melody, but it wasn't a pleasant one.

Every time I simply hear the number five I get filled with unbridled rage. The piping hot emotion known as anger consumes me and I just sit there pondering over my thoughts.

It was worse when he originally left, but now it's simmered down.

I don't know why I'm still so hung up over him. But I also understand at the same time. He was my best friend. My only friend for that matter.

Me and Five Hargreeves were quite close when we were younger. We were friends for a total of 7 years. I started writing letters to him at the age of 10, and he wrote back to me. He thought I was interesting, and that made me feel so very important, being the naive 10 year old I was at the time.

After 7 years, Five time travelled. He mentioned it a few times before but I never thought he'd actually do it. He also broke a promise he made to me. He promised he'd bring me with him, but he never did. Now I was stuck here in this large, empty house in New York.

24th of March 2019. A Sunday. My least favourite day of the week.

I never really knew why I had a 'least favourite day of the week' but I did. It's not like I had gone to a regular school, or had to go to work on the Monday. I was always at Home. Sunday was just the day where I had absolutely nothing to do.

So that's what I originally planned to do, nothing.

But, to keep myself in shape, I decided to go on a run. Reading that letter filled me with a familiar level of rage and I needed to blow off some steam.

Changing into some leggings, muscle shirt and nike sneakers, I left my house, placing my headphones over my head and clicking a random playlist to listen to while on my run.

I ran for about 1 hour today. I need to buy a treadmill. The amount of looks I get in public because of me looking so young is ridiculous. 17 year olds can go on runs, it's not that hard to believe.

I entered my house, a sinking feeling entering my stomach as I unlocked the front door with my house key.

I only felt this way when something was out of place. Wrong. Different.

I hastily made my way to the kitchen and placed my keys in the key holder bowl in the hallway on the way. As I entered the kitchen I spotted a piece of paper on the kitchen island.

No.

"You fucking bastard." I muttered under my breath as I picked up the fresh paper, unfolding it to take a peek inside.

My eyes started watering at the familiar handwriting.

It was him.

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮,
𝓘 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮. 𝓘𝓶 𝓼𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓲𝓼𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓾𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓵𝔂, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮. 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓪𝓹𝓮 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓮𝔁𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓪𝓽.

𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷.

- 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 :)

My hands shook as I gripped the letter in my hands.

White hot hatred flashed and heated my face, but I calmed down quickly. If I got angry, then my powers would get out of control. I don't want to ruin my house, especially on a Sunday.

I paced around my kitchen, wondering what I should do. 'Should I go?' And then there was the opposite thought that I shouldn't. It was all a jumble of emotions and I didn't know how to handle it.

Today was the funeral of his father too. What a convenient day to come back on. He always did have a flair for the dramatics. Especially when it came to entrances.

'He's your best friend. You need to go. You never know when you'll get an opportunity like this again.' That thought sealed it. I was going to go to the umbrella academy. I was going to face the source of my years of anger and resentment. I was going to face him.

I rushed upstairs quickly, a stream of adrenaline filling me as I got changed. I changed into my usual black cargos, black cropped tight-fitting t-Shirt, converse, and black jacket. Comfy casual.

I hastily left my house, picking up my keys from where they had been placed back down only minutes prior.

I crossed the street with ease, my heart pounding faster with each step I took towards the intimidating building. Yeah sure, my house was pretty large, but Five's house was even bigger. I've never seen a house of this size before, and his house tops the list of biggest houses I've ever even been close to.

Slowing down, I made my way to the side of the house and to the fire escape leading to Five's bedroom. I clutched the letter tightly and shoved it in a time pocket, sighing deeply.

I held a hand out, 3 small pebbles floating from the ground and into the air. One by one I sent them flying to the window that held behind it Five's bedroom.

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

The final tap sounded throughout the alley and then the window opened harshly, indicating it was everyone's favourite coffee loving idiot, Five Hargreeves.

"Took you long enough." The boy rolled his eyes, beckoning me in. Fluidly climbing the fire escape, I managed to make it into his bedroom.

"It's good to see you again...

Estelle."