[ A/N: May be switches of pov's - third to first person ]
• Your pov •
It feels like I'm floating. I can't feel anything but I can sense everything at the same time. It's lonely. I feel like I'm drifting in a darkness, with no end. I can only be accompanied by my thoughts and memories. Which too, seem to fade slowly. Even they want to retrieve from this abyss. Leaving me solitary with my confusion. I should be scared but I'm not, I just feel lonely. What happened? I'm racking my mind trying to make sense of this. The last thing I remember was being in darkness, again. But with someone. Who was it? Why was I even there? At this point, I can't even remember that. And I feel it's important too. I feel like that presence wasn't a good one particularly, but I'd rather have it here with me again. Than be all alone here. I feel exposed and vulnerable. But also like I'm far out of reach and confined from anything. This is unbearable. What is this! Am I dead? Is this really what it's like? Forever? Why won't this just cease?! I can't deal with all these thoughts but be so blank all at once! What about mom and dad. Where are they? Do they know what's happening to me. It's getting hard to think of words now... I'm- I'm unconscious maybe? But I feel like I'm falling into unconsciousness now though... I-.
Like that, (y/n) fell into deaths awaiting hands.
• Amon's pov •
"... (Y/n)?... (Y/n)! No! I didn't rescue you just so you could die on me! We weren't supposed to meet like this. This wasn't how it was supposed to be... (Y/n). Why'd you leave again. This time before saying goodbye.." I'm desperately clinging to her while the people who tried to save her backed off to let me see her departure. My face is scrunched up and my eyes are filled to the brim with tears falling onto (y/n)'s pale and motionless frame. I hug her tightly, as if she'd be able to feel and recall warmth. 'That's right... She was supposed to always have a warm heart. The warmth I gave her. The warmth she promised to keep.'At this point I start yelling out my sadness and frustration in the confined space of the van. Startling the workers and drivers. They timidly ask me to calm down but I brush them all off. My emotions are getting the best of me... But how can someone so far in my past make me feel like this? I guess I broke my promise too though... My heart isn't fixed anymore. It hasn't been for a while. But at least it was still intact. Now though... Who knew the person that fixed my heart all those years ago, would end up being the one to have it shattered.' "Dammit (y/n)... You promised... YOU PROMISED YOU'D ALWAYS HAVE A WARM HEART. A BEATING HEART. WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP SO EASILY?! IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS (Y/N)." I shout out at the top of my lungs. I'm frantic. Never have I ever lost my composure like this. I'm desperate to bring her back. To bring her back to me... I see the defibrillator and reach to grab it quickly. "Sir... Sir what're you doing! You are not permitted to use such equipment! She's already gone!" They try to subdue me, and I look at each and every one of them carefully. As if I'm speaking with my eyes. I'm in no state of mind to handle them. They each look at me wide eyed and fearfully. And they stay out of my way. For the time being. But it's clearly shown that they're still worried about the situation. "(Y/n)... I'll make sure you have a warm, beating heart. Just, make sure you keep it this time... ok?"
I whisper to her in a cracked voice. I prepare the defibrillator and close my eyes shut tightly to prepare myself. "1,2,3 -", I watch as her body jolts with the electricity. My eyes widen, hoping, waiting for something. Nothing. I collapse and run my hands through my hair. And quietly sob. One of the men tries to comfort me. "Sir... It'll be okay, we've all done the best we ca-... SHE'S MOVING! SHE'S BACK!" He yells to the other men as they surround her and give her all the treatment she needs. I watch, speechless and in awe. 'It- it actually... Worked?', I try to go over to her but the men tell me sternly, "Sir, not now, please. If you want her to stay alive we need space to work on her." At this point, I'll do whatever they say, as long as (y/n) is alive and well in the end.
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A fateful encounter
Fanfiction*reader insert storyline* You were born in Tokyo, Japan and raised there until the young age of ten. Your father was from there but your mother was from America, (state:) to be exact. Though you were now to be in college, but you wanted to study abr...
