He stares at the sky, the stars,
The cloudy void of never-ending cosmos.
He thinks of his friends, what
They were doing right now.
John, Rose, Jade.
He wondered how Jade was.
Then he came up with that idea.
The idea he should have
Never thought of, but
He did, and
He shouldn't have.
He stood up, yet
He was still a young boy.
He didn't know, or
Maybe he did and
He just wanted to witness it
Again.
His outfit was red,
a boiling colour of
Passion.
The colours encircled him, like
A prisoner and suddenly
He was gone.
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Jade
FanfictionWhen Dave Strider learns that there's another way to see Jade Harley again, he does it almost immediately, only to realize that there's just some things you shouldn't do with time travel, and that one of these things is falling in love with the wron...
