{After the Agents of Shield Season Finale on May 13th}
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Part One- Fitz's POV
When I force my eyes to open, they won't. My eyelids are working on regaining their strength to reveal my sight, but I want it now. I need it now.
Instead, I dream, where I am lost, traveling through the depths of my mind, trying to figure out what day it is. My skin is itching to be touched by the sun and my eyes craving light in this darkness.
In my dreams, I feel awake, but I can't tell reality from a fantasy. Sometimes I'm an onlooker; I see a group of people, who seem vaguely familiar, working together. There is a determined, middle-aged man, a pretty, young, dark haired girl, a strong looking, dark skinned man, and a woman that looks scarily, I might add, like a ninja. Other times I walk around a huge airplane that seems like a maze looking for one of those people, but I don't know why. Then, right before I am sucked into darkness and a new dream begins, I hear a girl screaming "NO!"
She is not just any girl, will never be just any girl, she is my girl. And I could never forget her.
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