𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 | 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚡 | 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎

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17 years before...

13-year-old Eight Hargreeves hurriedly walked down the hall. Five had summoned her for a talk that the girl didn't want to miss for anything. As far as she knew, no other brother or sister had been invited. This was odd, because Eight had hardly spoken to Five in private at all, all conversations were with her siblings.

And that's what made her heart quicken suddenly.

'It's definitely nothing,' she thought, passing another locked door.

How wrong she was.

When she reached her brother's room, she stopped in front of it, holding up a hand uncertainly. Should she knock or enter uninvited? After a minute's thought she patted the door with her fist. Before she could even blink, the door swung wide. Five stood there and gestured her inside. (Y/N) half-heartedly crossed the threshold and sat on the edge of the boy's bed.

"How did you know it was me?"

Five slammed the door shut and gave the girl a slightly nervous look.

"I know the rhythm and speed of your steps."

(Y/N) laughed loudly, naturally.

"Really?"

"I know what everyone's footsteps sound like," said the boy. After a while he began to scrawl something with chalk on one of the already written walls. "You'd be surprised how many nosy people hang around my room."

"Then you already know I never do that." Eight smiled. A short snort escaped the boy's mouth.

"Sometimes I'm really glad I have the teleportation power, and not anyone else."

The smile on the girl's face vanished as Five said those words. It only confirmed her in the belief of what the boy wanted to talk to her about. She swallowed her saliva and opened her mouth.

"Have you found the right equation that will allow you to travel through time?"

"That's not what I wanted to talk to you about."

Relief. Shock. Relief again.

"About what then?" She asked. Saying single words was a torture to her throat.

"Maybe you'd better drink some water."

The girl nodded and with a trembling hand lifted a nearby mug to her lips. Was it supposed to be such a hard conversation?

"Okay."

Five stopped scribbling on the wall and fixed his gaze on her face, mostly (E/C) eyes. He got off the stool he was standing on, walked over to the bed, and sat down next to her. Eight's heart began to pound faster and faster, she thought she was going to pass out.

The boy did something he had never done before. He grabbed her hand.

"If anything happened," he began, every word he spoke sounded like part of a spell, "Anything. If you wake up tomorrow and I'm not here, then please. Please, don't forget me."

„F-Five... What are you talking about?"

Eight felt her eyes close and her temples throb with a dull ache. what was going on?

"I didn't want it to be like this. Forgive me."

Before she could even say another word, she was lost in his eyes. Everything was blurring. Five, his room, the written walls. Finally, the girl was seized by drowsiness, so great that her head and body fell unconsciously on the boy's bed. The last thing she felt was his hand on her cheek. The last thing she heard was his whisper.

"Don't forget me, (Y/N)."

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note from the author: i honestly am not very glad with this chapter, its only 500 words but i thought i gotta post smth so i dont keep you waiting so much <3 besides i think its kinda cute