You and your brother, Patrick, are sitting on a train, watching as the snow-covered scenery flies past you. Your hands are entangled together and resting on the armrest in between the two of you. You're biting your lip, nervousness building up inside of you and causing your grip on his hand to tighten.
He takes notice of this and chuckles. "Squeeze my hand any tighter and you just might cut off my circulation," He comments teasingly.
You look over at him and feign a grin, apologizing, "I'm sorry. I'm just a little anxious."
"I am too, (Y/N), but we have to be hopeful," He tells you, "People are different in California. They don't know us, or what happened. They'll give us a chance."
You heave a sigh and rest your head on his shoulder, murmuring, "I sure hope so."
He leans down and gives you a kiss on the head, resting his head on top of yours. "They will, (Y/N), I know they will. I have a good feeling about this."
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Cemetery Drive (FOB Imagine Story)
Fanfiction==DISCONTINUED== ***A RE-TELLING OF GUILLERMO DEL TORO'S "CRIMSON PEAK" WITH A SLIGHT TWIST - ALL CREDIT GOES TO HIM FOR THE PLOT AND CHARACTERS***
