Remember Me

〃7〃

Chapter Seven

《If you had the chance to save them, would you?》

Felix wakes up, gasping for breath. He clutches his chest, but his lung are restricting and they won't let in air.

Pewds sits up, sweat dripping down his temples and hunches over, coughing, fisting his shirt. Then he's crying. Loud, heart-wrenching sobs, shaking him down to the core, everything finally catching up with him.

He's panicking, he can't get enough air. Marzia left. He's all alone. All alone.

But then arms are wrapping around his chest, around his arms tightly from behind, and Pewdie freaks the fuck out, tries to get out of their hold, too caught up in his thoughts and cant connect the pair of arms to something familiar , but the arms, they just hold on tighter. "Pewds it's me, it's me. Calm down, I'm here, okay?"

And while the voice doesn't help Felix's problem, it does soothe him a bit. He just starts crying harder though, clutching onto the persons arms.

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They're silent in the morning, when Felix undresses, cleans, and redresses Cry's wounds.

"When did you wake up?" Felix asks quietly, hands resting on top of Cry's abdomen, not meeting his eyes.

Cry stares at the blonde for a moment, trying to read him, not being able to. "An hour or so before you did. I was checking the perimeter because I thought I heard something and then when I got back inside I heard you crying. I rushed in and immediately knew you were having a breakdown." Cry explains, watching Pewds carefully.

Felix slowly puts all the gauze and medicine back into its container. "How'd you know.." Felix mumbles, mostly to himself. "What to do?" Cry asks, completing his sentence. "Back before... My parents would get into fights all the time, and my brother would always have breakdowns. So..." Cry says, being careful about his words.

It's like walking on eggshells right now.

"Is he younger or older than you?" Felix asks, eyes lighting up, desperate to get away from the other topic. Cry notices, and, well. He guesses it's better than before.

"Younger." Cry states.

"I had a younger sister once. Even though she was younger, she always treated me like the younger one more so than not.. What happened to your brother?" He asks, and he finally looks up from where he was picking at the rips in his jeans. "He served in the war. Died on the field."

Pewds nods and then looks down again, starts picking at the rips again. It takes a moment but he finally opens his mouth to say something. The moment he does, they hear a car outside, yelling, and then a machine gun going off.

Out of instinct, Cry immediately pushes Felix onto the ground, covers him with his body and ducks his head. A couple bullets pierce through the living room walls, and once the machine gun stops, Cry sits up.

There's a bunch of people yelling, probably two groups focused on eachother.

"We need to go now" Cry hisses and gets up, grabbing a button down shirt he has and shoving his arms through it, not bothering to button it up. He grabs his backpack and slings it over his shoulder, the same time Felix is shoving his medical kit into his backpack, zipping it up and standing up.

Cry walks to the back of the house and opens the door, looks around before running into the forest behind the house. Pewds follows, face red.

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Another short update but I really wanted to update so here.

Also, FUCK whoever made the art in the media.
*insert middle finger emoji*