Oscar was bombarded with a massive sense of deja-vu. He was standing under the florescent lights of the nightclub, with Cassidy by his side.
"So am I meant to say everything word by word?" Cassidy slightly screamed as the crowd was huge, once again.
"No, I don't think so. although, I was about to recommend a few drinks but... I don't think they would.. y'know.."
"Effect a dead girl? Yeah, I thought so too. If that were the case, I would of brought my own supply." Cassidy answered with a nervous laugh.
There was an awkward silence. Of course, Cassidy had cleaned herself up to avoid stares, but that was inevitable. In fact, she was surprised that noone had come up to her and said that she looked like that 'dead girl' from the funeral.
"Here come Jess and dean now." He made a mental note that they were holding hands... familiar much?
"You guys ready?" Jess stated.
"Yeah, let's do this thing."
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Oscar Cables nuckles were dead white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. He couldn't help it, he was about to commit murder.
Unlike before, the car was eerily silent. Cassidy checked numerous times to see that her seatbelt was on, Jess was busy contemplating the outcomes of this experience, and Dean was trapped in his own thoughts like a parrot in a birdcage.
They all noticed that they passed the scene of the accident, but no comment was made. Part one of the plan was underway.
"You guys, you have to promise me something before I (possibly) move onto the afterlife".
"Go right ahead Cass" Oscar encouraged. "Anything in the world".
"Promise me, that no matter what happens, you will never forget".
There was silence. Surprisingly, the first to speak was dean.
"I promise."
It took a while, but after wards, Jess said-
"Yeah, I promise".
"Of course" Oscar encouraged. "And in advance, I'm so, very sorry everyone."
"Why are you sorry?" Cassidy questioned, clearly intrigued.
"I'm sorry that I didn't run that bastard over while I had the chance."
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Stranger Than Fiction (COMPLETED)
Gizem / GerilimOscar Cable had his life ahead of him. Things were meant to be perfect, he was meant to get married, have children and live on the end of the cul-de-sac, like any normal civilian in Queenstown. But no. His dreams had been crushed all because of the...
