9:32
June 11
3rd Person's POV
Tracking Tuhan
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Tuhan was dreaming.
He knew he was, the flying fairies, the fearless dragons, everything in this dream was like reading a fairytale.
The only thing that was keeping him there was her.
A lady. He saw her in every dream now. She spoke in short sentences and her only defining features were her strawberry blond hair and mint green eyes.
He couldn't remember exactly when, but he started dreaming of the lady a month ago. He envied her beauty and wanted to have it for himself.
" Jamal ha! " Tuhan cried out, wondering where the woman ran off to.
"Tuhan.." the woman whispered back, her voice as sweet as honey.
"I'm coming!" He ran after her voice, hopping over a log, and almost tripping over vines.
"I'm over here sweetie." The voice rung through his mind, he was almost there.
And there he saw her.
Well. What was left of her.
Her body was mangled, jaw was displaced, her leg twisted all different ways. Her ribs were torn out, along with her eyes.
Oh, those beautiful, beautiful eyes. He would of taken them if it wasn't for the child standing in front of him. With the same mint green eyes.
He knew this child. Just where did he remember him from. The eyes and the chocolate brown hair. The bloody white shirt, the bone hanging out of his mouth. The knife, the tears, and crooked grin.
He could have sworn he seen this child before. Somewhere, somehow.
"Don't you remember?" the boy's voice was almost as sweet as her's. Almost.
"What have you done?" Tuhan whispered back, looking the tearful boy in his eyes.
"What have we done?" The boy responded, the sugar filled voice was no more. It was now replaced with one that sounded like nails scratching on a blackboard
"We did this. Don't you forget it. She was in our way Tuhan." The boy smirked.
"laqad faealt hadha ya tuhan. "
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Tuhan woke in a cold sweat, panting and sweating under a heavy blanket wasn't ideal, but he didn't complain often.
'Oh, yeah. I'm getting adopted today ' He reminded himself as he hurriedly pulled himself off his bed and onto the cold wooden floor.
"What time is it?" He groaned, eyes glancing towards the timer.
'8:47'
"Ah... I'm going to be late."
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8:47
Hoboken
October 10
End POV
AN: Ah yes. Another short chapter 😃. If you need translation ask me 🤗
Word Count: 420
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