I could physically see the shock and confusion in his expression, adding that his mouth was basically gapping open. I have surprised him once again in an unintentional manner, but my manner didn't matter at this exact moment. What mattered was Jonathan's impression on me. I glance over at Napoleon, who shared a wolfy grin towards me and was beating his tail against the mattress it laid on. We lock eyes for a few moments before my human counterpart spoke up.
"There is no way in any reality that you are Napoleon, my guardian angel, and the person who saved my dog! There is no way in hell that could possibly be right!"
I feel myself flinch when Jonathan rose his voice, as I'm often uncomfortable when people raise their voices even if it's not towards me. My body responds with violent shivering that I couldn't control, that I was that afraid that something was going to happen to me even though I'm already dead.
Jonathan seemed to have noticed this because he immediately shut up and talked quieter.
"I don't quite believe you with your words, but if Napoleon is fine with you, you can stay for now."
I let an accidental sigh of relief escape my mouth and I immediately feel my cheeks flare up in slight embarrassment, in which I hear my gray hoodied counterpart chuckling at and caused my cheeks to heat up even more. Oddly enough, I found his chuckling satisfying to my ears. I haven't heard such a nice chuckle in a very long time, ever since I lived with my mother. My mother was the kindest and most intelligent person you would ever meet. She knew how to do things even my dad couldn't do, such as actually fixing the engine of a car. I admired her immensely and I was stickened with depression when she passed away due to a heart attack. My father, on the other hand, wasn't very nice to me.
I snap back to reality and distant my thoughts about my father for a while once Jonathan waved a hand in front of my face. Instinctively, I grab his right wrist that was closer to my face and I pull down his sleeve. Of course, I knew that Jonathan would be that kind of person who was stuck in depression and self loathing, but it still surprised me when I noticed tiny but faint rose hued scratch marks all over the other male's arm that focused at the inner wrist. I notice the sudden panic in Jonathan's orbs so I ever so slowly pull his sleeves up and let go of his wrist. I notice that Napoleon whined when my counterpart appeared upset, which was understandable according to the mindset of dogs like him.
After a few moments of silence that made us all shift in uncomfortableness, I take notice of a certain item in the room.
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Welcome to Heaven (w2h)
FanfictionSo the story starts out the same, Sock living with his alive parents until a certain incident occurred and now Sock is assigned to look after and protect the same boy that helped him all those years before. Where did the times go?
