A/N
Etlo (hello) there! I don't normally do these author notes because I always feel like they can take a person out of the story, however, I'll sprinkle them around if I feel need be. As for this double upload, the chapters you see are normally not the ones I have just written. I normally write at least two chapters in advance from the one I publish to be sure I don't forget anything or so I don't need to retcon. Specifically for this one, this chapter is incredibly short and I figured might as well just lump it together with the other one so you don't feel cheated on the wait. Anyway, onto the nightmares... (Oh and the title in case you are wondering is "Everything Is Better After A Goodnight Sleep" to spare you looking that bit up. The rest... you're on your own. Time to brush up on those French lessons.)
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Frédérique Bonnet stares at the sleeping man in the corner. Non. This isn't a man, he's barely older than her if that. It's hard to tell since he refused to take his mask off. The guy's chest rises and falls, signifying he is truly asleep. That or he's a good actor.
I don't even know his name. She realizes. Not that he remembers anyhow.
She frowns as memories of that day play back in her mind. Waking up in the woods scared and all alone with not a thought about who she is. How scared she was, afraid she would die alone in the woods.
The French girl shakes her head. She has to focus on him. He can't stay here any longer can he? She hardly has any food left as it is!
"Have you thought about... leaving?" He had asked.
She had. Many times. But she always found an excuse to stay.
J'ai encore tellement de nourriture. Où irais-je? Je suis en sécurité ici, pourquoi devrais-je partir?
She sighs and pushes the thoughts away. Whether he showed up or not, the pantry will run out sooner or later. And it would probably be safer with a partner... especially one with a gun. Her eyes lock where the holster should be under the blanket.
Perhaps... Non. Stupide. Il pourrait être endormi.
Frédérique lets out another sigh and leans her head against the pillow. She will decide in the morning. Now though, she needs to get some sleep. To do so, she starts to quietly hum the tune her père had sung to her. The lyrics she has long forgotten but the music still plays within her. It's this tune that makes her drift off to sleep...
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This World I Live In
Science FictionA lone boy finds himself falling into the woods. He soon discovers he has no memory of who he is, where he is, or why he is even here. After traversing the woods for a day, he discovers a scared girl by the name of Frédérique who he convinces to spe...
