Birds Of A Feather (Ray x Reader)

Can't Change What You've Done

YOUR POV:

Traveling got exhausting after day one, in my opinion. But Ray and Emma were holding on strong until day three, that's when it began to go down hill.

Emma was tired but was still upbeat and smiling, she was trying to remain positive by thinking about her future and what was in store.

Ray was growing paranoid and irritable, every little thing Emma and I would say would send him over the edge.

I was incredibly tired and loopy, I was beginning to think that reality wasn't real and that this was one all big dream.

Meanwhile, while we were exhausted and slowly going insane, the man wasn't bothered by the lack of sleep and kept his energy.

But despite all of this, there was a looming sense of pride considering with each step we took we got closer and closer to Goldy Pond.

"Emma, can I see the pen?" I ask as she hands me the pen. I pull it out as the projector appears with our current coordinates, "ugh!" I groan, "we still have a long way."

"Sure, but we're at A07-63, not much longer and we'll be there!" Emma smiles as I close the pen.

We decided to set up a fire so that we could cook the lizards that Emma had found us. We sat around the fire roasting the lizards as Emma leaned back and began to talk, "everyone is safe, right?"

"Huh?" Ray hums.

"I mean, everyone is at the bunker and those who didn't escape with us are at a house." Emma frowns, "I hope they're doing okay. Before we left, he asked me if this was the right choice." She takes a breath, "sometimes, I get scared. Am I making the right choice? Did I make a mistake? Was it right to come to Goldy Pond on our own? Was it okay to leave Phil and the others? Was it okay to let Norman go so easily?"

Emma shakes her head, "I shouldn't be doubting myself. But...what if I chose the wrong path?" She then frowns, "what if I'm the one who gets us all killed? If he lost his friends," she trails off, "how much did he suffer?"

Ray and I couldn't help but listen to her worries, even if I was only half listening. The warmth of fire was slowly putting me to sleep after all.

"In one of the rooms, there's a lot of frantic scribbles and writing on the walls. I found it and he got mad at me. I can't stop thinking about how many times he wrote the word 'help.'" Emma stands up, "I'm going to go and talk to him."

She then walks off as Ray calls out to her. "Ray, stop being so worried. Emma can handle herself." I say as I lay back on the ground, "do you ever just..?"

I feel his eyes on me, "just what?"

"Ya know...just."

"You're so weird."

I raise my hands up above my face as I begin to count each number, but as I was counting, I suddenly forgot the next number. "Raaay," I call, "what comes after thirty?"

"Thirty-one."

I laugh and sit up, "that's such a funny number! Thirty-one!"

Ray only blinks at me, "there is something wrong with you."

I giggle, "maybe! You know what else is wrong?"

"What?"

"The fact you haven't kissed me," I giggle, "how silly is that? Dream Ray, kiss me!"

"I'm not kissing you."

"Shut the f*ck up!" Ray and I hear the man scream as we look over at him and Emma. "You'll help me?! Who do you think you are?! I hate you! I f*cking hate all of you! I'm not having a heart to heart talk with you, now f*ck off!"

"No!" Emma argues, "you might hate me and want me dead, but I'm not leaving you alone! There's no use in running. It won't solve anything."

"Huh?!"

"You were in pain, right? You had a good family, didn't you?" Emma asks, "and I'm sure you loved them a lot. You were probably sad and frustrated when they left, and it left you full of hate. You've suffered a lot and have been alone for years. Everyday must have been full of regretting your choices."

The man's body stiffened, "how would you know?"

Emma shakes her head, "I don't know. I can't say I understand losing everyone...but I get it. We're the same right? The old you and me, my family and yours," she trails off, "that's why you can't look at us. You see them. You pointed a gun because you thought it would get rid of them. You may be able to distract yourself momentarily by getting rid of us, but your pain and suffering won't go away. So let's change that!"

He glares at Emma, "change what? How? Nothing can be done. No matter how much you regret it, you can't change the past. My dead friends won't come back. And a distraction is good enough for me."

I got up from where I sat and walked over to the two arguing people. I speak up, "sure you can't change the past, but you can start over. You can start over with us."

"We're returning to Grace Field in two years," Emma adds, "you should joins us and come to the human world. Come to see the world your friends wanted to see."

I felt a presence beside me as I looked to see Ray standing beside me. Emma frowns, "we lost someone who we cared. He was our best friend. I'm sure he would want to be here, but I let him go. He left it to me to handle the escape. That's why, even though it hurts, I'll keep going for him. So you need to keep going, and come with us!"

I nod, "you have to live for them. They can't be here anymore. Yeah it sucks. But think about how disappointed they would be if you took your own life. You can see the world they wanted to see and then when you die, you can tell them all about it."

The man's expression shifted from an intense glare to a wide eyed look, "turn back. Immediately. Don't go to Goldy Pond."

Emma and I were too sucked into the man's warnings, that I didn't hear Ray screaming my name until I felt something grab me and pull me into the air.