The Lost boy <The duesette Series>

III

♪ 'Love yourself, you were always good at that' ♪

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it's the morning after my birthday and i miss him, i kept on believing he was coming back, i should have found out as soon as he gave me the jewelry i rejected from our childhood, i promised to keep it safe and even told him I loved him, but maybe if i hadn't taken it he wouldn't have left,

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i giggle removing pieces of leaves from his hair,

"you came in late yesterday, why is that ?" i ask him, he's not allowed to leave during daylight but is always here with me during the night but came in later last night,

"What happened ?" i ask him as he just stares into the wall looking worried or distressed making me scared,

"What if things became different" he says,

"How different ?" i ask my tummy churning,

"Different enough i could see you during the day, see you at school, not be your secret friend but everyone was allowed to see me" he speaks as i let the picture of that awesome life, having someone who isn't against me but would be there for me even more, i'd like that,

"That'll be beautiful, then i wouldn't have to be alone mmm" he looks toward me with a smile and confirms my dream,

"i'd love that, i never feel alone around you i'd be willing to do anything to have that, no more alone hanging out with other girls so i don't look lonely, i'd like it" i look towards him and smile as he starts floating over the bed, grabbing my hand as i lie up against him to stay afloat as we glide over the bed, this feels beautiful, so i let out a little tear,

"don't cry rosy" he speaks softly understanding where i'm coming from, i always called him lost boy ever since i first met him when i was twelve, i saw the weirdest view,

a kid who looked very angry at the back of a bar fighting with a shadow trying to attach himself to the boy's feet, the boy's eyes were filled with complete darkness, nothing but darkness, blood dripping from the boy's feet,

he got out a obsidian spear and scraped up the back of his feet making me scream as tears ran down my face, he quickly disappeared as i blinked,

my mum found me and quickly pulled me out of the alley comforting me for ever the first time probably thinking i was crying because of the blood and that was the prove, i couldn't be hallucinating if she saw the blood,

it meant what i saw was real,

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i'm really tired as i rest upon my bed coming back from dance practice, i mean all my classmates and friends had dance practice so when my mum suggested it, tired of seeing her twelve year old daughter all the time i agreed,

i pulled off my shoes, about to sleep with my outfit on not even thinking of getting ready for bed i mean mum wouldn't care anyway, i immediately shiver,

i see the shadow figure of that boy that he tried removing in my room scaring me to bits, what's even worse is i could see a smiley large crazy grin in the mist of the darkness as it walked over to me and i feel like throwing up, i'm tasting blood, i'm scared,

my hands are getting dryer and dryer, i run towards my balcony and i see the shadow racing towards me, i did something dumb, i jumped,

i feel the breeze moving around my falling figure, i smile a little as tears race down my face and just as i'm about to fall someone catches me, as i feel the pressure of the catch i let out a sob catching my breath as my heart almost stopped,

i feel the person's breath on my neck, just as i'm about to scream i'm whisked up almost like i'm falling backwards, i'm flying ?

i get right back on the balcony in a flash the the dark figure comes back into my view, i turn back to catch a view of my reason of survival and he just races away from me towards the figure, and he stabs it and i don't know how it's been possible he stabbed a shadow, a reflection, and i m-mean how ?

i try to speak but i can't and when i find my voice i stop starring at him lowering my sight and speak,

"h-how, w-what, w-why-" and before i can put my words together he flees away in a dash of wind and every thing is in place, almost like nothing happened except my balcony windows are opened up, wide.

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it's been two weeks since that night, and i can feel he's eyes on me, yes it might seem weird and at first i waited up too scared to sleep but now i try and go to sleep with that pit in my tummy,

But this night was different, i close my eyes and he steps into the room comes in front of me and drops my hair tie on the table, this was gifted to me by a friend i no longer had, it didn't owe any meaning, but the second he set it down on my bedstand it held meaning more than i could understand then,

"thanks" i whisper quietly feeling a terrifying but yet comforting wind pass me by,

i feel his breath held and then he pushes the hair out of my face, then he smiled a little and it was gone immediately i saw it and as i blinked soo was he,

he started coming into my room more often, and we started speaking little by little and over time he became the family i never had, he was strong enough to resist gravity and speed i bet even strong enough to catch a bullet i probably won't ever see him do that,

when i asked him what he was doing in that ally that night, he just looked at me and smile speaking truthfully 'he was lost that night'

i'm happy he got lost, unless i would have never met him,

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He's real, i shouldn't have thought he wasn't, these memories proved it, they proved him, and i might not be able to explain why he left but i just pray he's okay, wherever he is,

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is it weird i cried a little writing this chapter ? i need help >>>>

isn't the golden chain cute ?