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"Alright, I'm off to work now, I'll see you in the morning," Wayne says making his way out to the door, (Y/n) was seated on the couch flicking through the channels on the TV, before looking up.
"Alright then, be careful." (Y/n) says smiling at the older man, who nods before leaving, (Y/n) continued to flick through the channels once more.
After a while, he let out a long sigh throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling.
"Nothing good on TV." He mutters as he stands up, shutting off the television and tossing the remote onto the couch, (Y/n) stands there for a bit before stretching hearing the satisfying pop as he straightens himself back up.
"Guess I'll just go to my room then..." (Y/n) says as he moved past the kitchen and into his room.
Upon entering his room, (Y/n) closed the door leaning against it, his eyes wandering around the room before landing on a stuffed animal that sat on the shelf. A smile grazed (Y/n) face as he walked over and picked it up, the animal was of a bear and was soft to the touch, a (F/c) ribbon was tied around its neck in a nice bow.
Taking a look at the ribbon his smile faltered, his hand reaching to feel the fabric. (Y/n) remembered the ribbon it was the same ribbon his mother always wore in her hair, the only time she had taken it off was to place it onto this bear because she wanted (Y/n) to have a piece of her while she was still in the hospital. Somedays (Y/n) looked back on the memory thinking it had been a sign, it was his mother's way of saying that she couldn't go on anymore.
His mother never did make it out of the hospital and (Y/n) remembers curling up into a ball on his bed holding the stuffed bear for a couple of days after the announcement was made, it haunted him because it marked the start of a dim future.
The lights began to flicker pulling (Y/n) out of his thoughts as he looked around before rolling his eyes.
"Seriously? Don't tell me the light bulbs already gonna give out." He mutters to himself, just before the lights went back to normal. "Note to self, check if we have new light bulbs." (Y/n) adds placing the bear back on the shelf, turning back around he walked over to the rack which was filled with cassettes, looking through them his eyes fell on one by Julio Iglesias.
It wasn't one that matched his taste in music but it was one that Jasper had shown him, at first it didn't appeal to (Y/n) as much because he couldn't understand the words being said, but after Jasper had roughly translated it he couldn't help but remember his mothers. It had been 22 years since his mother died and only 16 since Jessica had passed.
Quickly he popped the cassette in and pressed play, the sound of a guitar and the drums filled the room, and (Y/n) walked back over to the bed, laying down closing his eyes.
