Our World {In a Heartbeat}

.:Chapter 2:.

Sherwin wasn't the most social person, which he took as a good thing the second he realised there wasn't anyone else real inside the city.

Sure, there were people, but they seemed to lack most human emotion. There were very few of them and they all seemed scarily calm and friendly. They were nice to talk with but after a small while, the convocation looped back. It was like MPCs in a video game, never the less these people gave Sherwin the creeps (even if he did appreciate their company sometimes).

The world seemed to drop of to nothing, but the city was homely. Buildings of different sizes dotted themselves around three taller ones, a large forest bordered the very outskirts of everything and behind them was the drop.

It'd been years since he'd first arrived here. His weight had gone back to normal after a while, his skin looked more pale than grey and he had more energy then he had when he was alive.

He'd read nearly every book that had interested him in this world and discovered the fun of spray paint. If it had been illegal, he wouldn't have dared try, but no one seemed to stop him from doing anything. So he took to this new hobby, spray painting his artwork on the sides on buildings. It was so much better than being confined to painting within a small area.

Even with everything he was able to do, he couldn't help but wonder where he was. When Sherwin had first woken up, he'd been under a tree in his backyard. The same one he would climb when he was healthy, before they found the cancer. When he went inside the house, everything was the same. The pictures of his family sat above the fire and his room was how he'd left it.

Only one odd thing about it. His sister, brother and parents bedroom were firmly locked and wouldn't open.

But going outside, he was in a city he didn't recognise. One his house defiantly didn't belong in.

Yet it was there and he couldn't help but wonder if this was the place he'd heard stories about and dreamed of when he was dying.

If it was, would he have to wait seventy years for his soulmate? He was fine alone for the past three years but another seventy? He'd become as brain dead as the MPCs!

Sherwin shook his head and turned up the music on his phone, blasting the next song as he walked around his own little world.

He smiled when the song started playing, his footsteps matching the beat. He didn't care about the MPCs seeing him dance like a lunatic, they would forget in a few seconds anyway.

The guy started singing and Sherwin sung at the top of his lungs to the lyrics he knew, swaying his hips and dancing shittly as he walked.

"So tell me now!" He sung to no one in particular. "When every star falls from the sky, and every last heart in the world breaks, oh hold me now, when every ship is going down! I hear nothing when I hear you say: it's gonna be ok~!"

Sherwin imagined doing something like this in his life, but instantly laughed. With real people he'd never be caught dead dancing and shouting song lyrics.

As the song continued, he kept dancing stupidly, MPCs walking around him without a second look.

A large smile was plastered to his face as he kept repeating the lyrics and swaying his hips, bouncing around like a crazed rabbit.

But, a fourteen year old had to be a little crazy after all. Especially in a world where you were practically alone.

"WAIT!" Someone shouted, causing Sherwin to come to a complete stand still, quickly he shut off the music.

Craning his neck, and caught a glimpse of a panicked Latino boy sprinting from the school he'd passed a second ago.

For a second he forgot how to breath, his brown eyes met beautiful sky blue and the butterflies of anxiety went crazy inside his stomach.

"W-what's going on?" The Latino boy rushed over to Sherwin, his eyes wide with fear and his hands clutched his chest.

"Uh... you died I guess?" Sherwin said nervously, his embarrassment increased as he realised the kid had a) seen him sing and dance, and b) was possibly his soulmate.

"Carajo, no es posible no!" The boy almost screamed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.

"I-it's not too b-bad." Sherwin tried to comfort him, but found the task almost impossible. His social skills were too low for this kind of thing, being alone for three years defiantly didn't help that matter.

"Whys everyone else so... delusional?" He asked, his voice lowered but still held a significant amount of stress.

"Uh... they're M-MPCs I think, they're l-like a robot?" Sherwin attempted to explain his theory but it sounded crazier than when he said it allowed. "Do you want to sit d-down? My house i-is just around the block..."

The boy looked at Sherwin once over, taking in his bright red curls and freckled face. Finally he nodded shakily and followed next to the red haired.

"My name's Jonathan." Jonathan said after a minute of awkward silence, finally managing to get his head slightly around the part of him dying.

"I'm S-Sherwin." Sherwin gave him a nervous smile but kept his head down as he walked, hugging his arms to his chest in embarrassment.

While they walked, Jonathan couldn't help but stare at the most adorable person in front of him. He couldn't help but stare at his freckled nose or the strands of ginger curls that fell close to his eyes.

On the other hand, Sherwin was panicking. This was his soulmate, it had to be, there was no other reason for Jonathan to be here. But he was so perfect, he seemed like the kind of person every girl would want to be with, the popular guy at school.

There was no way he'd fall for someone as nerdy as Sherwin.