Last night, we were up late again. The topic was death. It was deep and awful. Both of us lost our parents. I slept a few hours but woke up after a dream of Vox left me reading too much into things.
M - It happened. It's the fates. They're pushing.
V - What happened?
M - I dreamed about you.
V - Tell me.
M - Nope. Self-imposed punishment for not taking yours serious.
V - That's not a thing.
M - Is now.
V - One day you'll tell me.
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Vox: A FanFic/X-Reader
FanfictionOut of respect to the anonymous masked band that inspired this endeavor, no names or pseudonyms are used. If you find yourself here, you'll probably understand. If not, feel free to ask---or just enjoy. Let me know if you think I should continue...
