Let's Live In A Castle (A Christian Novelli Fanfiction)

Chapter 12 - Final Chapter

This is the last chapter ;-; I'll  write an epilogue then be starting a Damon Fizzy fanfiction soon though!

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 "Rosie! I need you to come over right away."

"Hi, Christian. What's wrong?" I stood in the kitchen, searching the fridge for a soda.

"I'll tell you when you get here. But please hurry."

"Alright, I'll be there in a bit."

I went to hang up when Christian spoke quickly, "Wait! Don't forget to dress appropriately. Wear black." The line went dead. I frowned at my phone for a moment before abandoning my search for a drink. I got dressed, pulling on a black hoodie and black skinny jeans. I slipped into my black Vans and grabbed my light weight jacket, also in the shade of black. It was a weird request but I had no reason not to "dress appropriately" for whatever we were doing today.

The bus was busy and it chugged slowly up the wet hill. It was cold enough for the fog to still cling to the air, even in the afternoon. It was so cold that the snow was frozen.

I let myself in and called out Christian's name. He walked over, dressed in head to toe black.

"I have some terrible news." I followed him into the kitchen. Crayons and art supplies littered the table. A TOMS shoe box had been colored on. A few stickers were stuck in various places. Christian flipped open the box. Hudson the blue Betta fish lay on a bed of tissues. "I came home last night and found him on the floor."

"Oh that's terrible! I'm sorry Christian." I wrapped an arm around him and hugged him to my side.

"We need to give him a nice funeral. He obviously wasn't happy in his tank or he wouldn't have committed suicide like that. I think we should return him to the ocean."

"Betta fish don't- " I interrupted myself. "That's a great idea." Christian closed the box and grabbed his jacket. We left the apartment with the shoe box coffin.

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Betta fish don't naturally live in the Pacific ocean but I wanted Christian to be happy. He didn't seem too heartbroken about the lose of his pet fish, but he did seem to want the fish to be happy. We drove for awhile up and down hills. I felt a little weird having a box with the corpse of dead fish in my lap, but you know, what can you do?

Christian parked and we walked out onto this little dock that was apart of a small park. It jutted out into a little inlet and you had a nice view of out into the bay. We walked to the edge of the very wide dock. Christian sat down. I joined him. Boats rigged to the docks a ways away bobbed in the current. Christian opened the box. I stuffed my cold hands into my pockets after popping up my hood. The wind today was rough and cold.

"Poor Hudson. I hope he had a nice Christmas. You know, before he jumped from the bowl to his death." Christian, who seemed unfazed by the cold wind, stared down at the hand decorated coffin. "I'm guessing we can't throw the whole box in."

"No, that is considered littering and we could get in huge trouble." Christian sighed and opened the box. He picked up the fish using the tissues as a stretcher.

"Any last words?"

I looked at the blue fish. "Hudson, I admire you for being brave enough for doing what a lot of us want to do but are too scared to. But you made a bad choice. We'll miss you."

Christian stared at me for a moment with sad eyes before looking back down. "Goodbye Hudson. You were a very good fish. Mr. Penguin will miss you. We will miss you."