...In the laughter that fills the air,
I hear your voice
In the orange that streaks the sunset,
I see your hair
In the twinkling stars in the sky,
I see your freckles
And whenever I close my eyes,
I see your face...
Wirt stopped writing and looked up from his journal. There was a burning sensation on the back of his neck as he stretched. Years of writing and you never really get rid of the aching, he thought. He checked the clock that hung on his bedroom wall. 11:32 PM, it reads. He knew he should've been asleep by now, but his mind couldn't stop racing about a certain someone. Two hours prior, there were empty papers stacked on his desk, eager to be written on. Now there were some crumple up on the ground. Others were torn apart and scattered. It looked as if a tornado decided to pay his room a visit.
It had been about a year since he and Greg found themselves lost in the Unknown. Their journey had been a dangerous one, especially for two troublesome brothers as they constantly bumped into the Unknown inhabitants. But it all felt like it happened just yesterday for Wirt. So because of this, he hasn't stopped thinking about a little bluebird. Well, a human bluebird now. He couldn't stop thinking about the way her lips curled a bit when she smirked or how her freckles seemed to glisten every time she laughed. Or how tough she acted outside, but deep down she actually cares a lot.
Wirt closes his eyes and rubbed his temples, trying his best to stop thinking about her. But alas, the poor boy didn't succeed. He turned his desk lamp off and decided to call it a night. He crashed onto his bed and wrapped himself up in his blankets, shutting his eyes and trying his best to fall asleep.
Pushover. He frowned and rolled over.
Stubborn jerk. He groaned and turned over again.
Goodbye, Wirt. Suddenly, he sat up and smacked his forehead. Sighing, he decided to go out for a walk to try and calm himself down. Even when she wasn't present, the redhead still drove him insane.
Knowing his bedroom door would make too much noise, he slowly twisted the doorknob and pushed gently, cringing at the slightest squeaks it made. Once he exited, he kept it open and tiptoed across the hallway and down the stairs. As he made his way to the coat rack he heard the squeaks of the stairs and found his little brother walking down.
"Wirt...?" Sleepy Greg rubbed his eye.
"Greg, go back to bed," Wirt shooed him.
"But where are you going?" He finished his question with a yawn.
"Out for a walk, okay? I'll be back soon," Wirt reassured him as he slipped his arm through one of the coat sleeves.
Greg walked over to his brother and gave his leg a hug. "Don't go back to the forest without me, okay?"
Wirt smiled softly and gave his little brother a hug back, "I won't."
"Promise?" Greg said, looking up at him.
"I promise, now go back to bed." And with that, Wirt headed outside and took a deep breath. He and Greg decided that they would one day return to the Unknown to visit Beatrice, but there were instances where their scheduled visits would suddenly be cancelled. And so they planned to go during the summer when school was over.
The moon shone brightly up in the sky as Wirt walked down his neighborhood, with numerous houses that were once again decorated with Halloween props. It certainly had been a year.
A gentle breeze blew past him, but despite wearing his coat, he still shivered underneath. He turned a familiar corner and soon found himself in front of the cemetery entrance. Before the events of the Unknown, he would always find himself creeped out by the sight of the graves. But now, in a weird way, he found the sight comfortable and it allowed him to relax a bit. He read the tombstones as he walked past them and tried to imagine what those people would have been when they were alive. These thoughts helped distract himself from Beatrice, that is, until he reached the same wall he and Greg jumped over. Dammit, he cursed as the thought of the bluebird came back into his mind. Something strongly urged him to climb over the wall and jump over it. But he knew better and remembered his promise to Greg.
I guess I could just sit on top of it, he thought. And so he did, carefully climbing the familiar tree and sitting on top of the stone wall. The breeze blew by, but this time he didn't shiver. It felt nice and welcoming. The sight of the forest allowed him to reminisce about his adventures in the forest, even if he was absolutely scared to death. Suddenly he heard a flapping of wings and a chirp. His head swiveled towards the sound and found himself looking at a crumpled heap of wet blue cloth and leaves on the ground, just five yards away from where he was. His mind started to race as to what it could be. A ghost? Maybe a prank? his mind was swarming of endless possibilities as he carefully climbed back down to walk towards it. As he walked closer, he could make out that it was a person. More importantly, a girl.
Author's Note:
I am fully aware that this chapter is especially shorter than the others, but I decided to make it so. The quick completion of this is a small little present to you all because the next chapter probably won't be up until two weeks later. AP Testing is an absolute ass. So here's to hoping and for those who are also taking them too, good luck!
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