This is another attempt at making an XReader, and please don't hate on it. It's about Sting and a mysterious young boy from your past. Who will win your heart? Will it be Stream? Sting? Or will you give up on this all and fall in love with your burr...
"NO! LET HIM GO!" I scream at the people dragging away my only friend. I lunge at one, hoping he would be surprised and give Stream a chance to escape. My plan works, but only for a second. By the time Stream has taken three steps, I'm hit away. He yells, and jumps towards me. But they knock him out, and I snap.
"STOP!" I scream, and they do. So does everything else. Time has frozen in midair. I gasp. I'm unable to move, but I can think. So I do that. I think to the where I first had a hint that something was wrong.
Past Readers Pov My 6 year old self sits on my grass bed I had made in the damp cave I live in. I wait for my only friend to come back. Finally, just as the sun sets, and as I finishes my gift for him, a little boy maybe a year older walks in.
"Stream-kun! You're back!" I call out happily.
"Did you miss me?" He asks the same question that he says everytime he comes back.
"Of course! Here, I made you something!"
I hand him an arrowhead on a silver chain.
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"Oh wow (Y/N)! It's great! I'll keep it forever!" His smile warms my little face.
"Will we be friends forever Stream-kun?" My question makes him look away in embarrassment.
"I want to always be your friend (Y/N), forever and ever," my face heats up, and then I yawn.
"Stream-kun, I'm going to take a nap, okay? Wake me up if anything happens," laying down and closing my eyes, it isn't long until I'm fast asleep. But later that night I wake again. I sit on my bed and wonder why Stream looked away when I asked him that question. It was as if something was wrong. I look into the full moon, something that has always given me hope.
~Time skip~
A few months later, while I'm waiting for him to come back again, the sky becomes a beautiful blue, and a horde of butterflies fly by. I giggle and chase after them outside. But then they fly towards the nearby town, and I stop. I know I can't go there. One look in my eyes and they'll shun me, and I'll be picked on. I'll be beat, hit, just because people don't like what they don't understand.
That's how Stream found me, beaten and sobbing, on the ground, in the rain. The rain threatens again now, and I sit on the entrance of our cave. I haven't talked to anyone since we met. And he's not afraid of my eyes, because he's colorblind. One of my eyes is completely white, no pupils. The other looks like a normal (e/c) eye, but as if blood has been splattered against it. Red lines go down my eye, making it seem like blood was trickling down. It scares people. But nature and Stream don't care.
(A/N) imagine your eyes like the media, but with the corresponding eye color of yours for the blue.
