MC Diaries: A Garmau Story - Book 2

:10: L o s s e s , G a i n s

A/N - Seriously, what was I thinking when I wrote last chapter...? WAIT, WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!

I HAVE A SOLUTION FOR MY AARMAU TROUBLES. Just so you know, before you read, there's been a good two-three week time skip from last chapter.

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"???"'s PoV

All I heard was the steady, agonizingly slow beeping of a heart monitor.

I took a breath, running a hand through my dark locks. "I'll be going now." I said to the bedridden figure.

Exiting the small, shabby building, I stepped out into the rain, pulling the hood of my cloak up. Dashing through the heavy precipitation, I was soon able to find my way to the dark oak door of my home.

The usual man was inside, greeting me with a small mumble of my name before I was pulled into a heated kiss. Ignoring all signs of affection, I stumbled into my bedroom, gently laying down. I locked the door, and choked out a sob. Another came out and soon, I was heaving to find happiness. Expecting the familiar warmth of his arms, I laid there, a sliver of hope in my thoughts... but that familiar warmth was long gone. "Help me..." I murmured. "Please."

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[still in same PoV]
There he was. In a flash of green attire and dark brown hair. The man dashed about, and I had no choice but to follow. Soon enough, still caught in a mess of rain, I stumbled at a doorstep. Someone else, an older man with auburn hair, stepped towards me.

"Well, hello there." He said casually.

With short breaths, and exhausted stamina, I asked, "Who... who are you?"

He brightly replied, "My name is Chad! Chad G. Augustine Au'Leopold the Third!"  [SHOUTOUT!]

I whispered, repeating his name. "Chad... Augusti..." and with a thud, I fell to the ground, a deep state of unconsciousness overtaking my system.

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And there it was again, that wretched sound of a heart monitor. Except this time, it was my heartbeat. Slow and steady, I heard the occasional beeps, in sync with my own heart.

Realizing my eyes were open, I stared up. A white tiled ceiling, the typical setting of a hospital or infirmary. But it wasn't. This place held more of a comforting, homey feeling––one that I had forgotten long ago.

"Excuse me, miss?" Spoke a voice. It was a male voice, one that sounded painfully similar to his.

Despite the burning sensation in my lungs, I rasped out to the voice. "Yes?" I sat up, to be greeted by the lonely eyes of a black haired man. He wore no shirt, just a loose red jacket over his clearly defined torso. I was shocked at the sound of my own voice, and he seemed to be as well, for he soon came over with a glass of water.

After the silence filled with my large gulps as I downed the clear, pure liquid, he introduced himself.

"Aaron." He said simply. He showed a curt smile, and I returned it.

I went his way, with the one word introduction. "Anya."

A moment passed, and a feminine voice spoke up. "Aaron, where-"