There was an ache in the space where his heartbeat should have been. His eyes were open, but he couldn't see much. Just the stars falling around him, collapsing in ways that defied everything he had ever learned about astronomy.
Luigi had been afraid of the dark for as long as he could remember. When he was younger, his brother would turn on a flashlight and keep it lit throughout the night just to help him feel safe.
Mario wasn't there, though.
Chills were blowing through the air like colored wind. He could see them, which was strange because the wind had always been invisible. The stars continued to fall around him, landing on the ground like gentle snowflakes. They weren't gentle, though. With each crash, they'd burst and shatter like glass before being swallowed by the darkness that surrounded him.
He knew this place, though he couldn't tell how. He had certainly never been there before. Or maybe he had. His mind felt foggy, like windows on cold days when you breathe too close to them.
His heart didn't race like it usually did when afraid, though.
He couldn't feel his heart at all.
He reached out into the darkness and felt a thin material gather in his gloved hands. He gripped it and pulled it to himself, a deep melancholic feeling swelling within him as if he was being reunited with an old friend. It was an old friend he had never seen before, though.
"A blanket?" Luigi asked, gazing through the material. It was old and worn down, thin enough for him to see through the loosely knit threads.
"Luigi!" a distant voice called, though it sounded as if it was miles away, shouting from the mountaintops. Luigi looked around himself, but could not see another person. He couldn't recognize the voice. He couldn't recognize anything.
He was stuck in a land of missing memories. The place where the lost things go.
He hugged the blanket to himself, then sat down. He trembled slightly, but his heart didn't race with fear. He couldn't feel that frantic pulse coursing through him like it always did. Perhaps that was the problem. He missed that frantic feeling. It always reminded him that he was still alive.
"Mario," he whispered, hoping his older brother would swoop in and save him like the hero he was.
It wasn't fair to always rely on his brother to get him out of these situations, but Mario wasn't the kind to give up on him. Luigi knew that better than anyone. Mario wasn't a quitter.
He started searching through the darkness for the things he used to know - for the things he missed. For his racing pulse, for his brother, for the memories of how he got there. Surely they were all somewhere, nothing truly can disappear forever, right? They weren't gone, just misplaced.
"Spring, it's spring," he whispered, trying to gather his thoughts. He loved spring. It was so colorful, so inconsistent, so wild. Yet the dark cold air made it feel as if he had been pushed back to winter. He could practically hear snow crunching beneath his footsteps.
"Dimentio?"
He turned around himself, looking for where that voice came from before realizing there were no others who could have spoken. It was just him.
"Dimentio," he repeated.
He remembered Dimentio now.
Dimentio wasn't like him. Dimentio wasn't scared of the dark or the end. He wasn't scared of anything.
Or was he?
His entire existence felt like a mystery. Luigi had once convinced himself that he knew him, but he never did.
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One Complete Heart
Fanfiction(CONTAINS DIMENTIOXMR.L/LUIGI) Team Bleck heads out to celebrate their winter vacation in a lovely, quaint little town. The group leaves their usually stressful lives behind and reconnects with the meaning of joy with warm fire, soft snow, and the s...
