Rat x Shion Fanfic

Part 1

Hi everyone! This is my first ever fanfic so I hope its not too bad lol. Please say in the comments if you have any recogmendations or tips on how to make it better. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy!

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Anything written in between these things: ' ' will be the characters thoughts.

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*This is written from Shions perspective*

I woke up tears streaming down my face. This happens every year, every time that day rolls around I start dreaming about him again. It has been 4 years since the wall was broken and Rat left, and every year on the day he left I get nightmares about him dying alone somewhere, too far for me to save him. I furiously wipe the tears away from my eyes. Sometimes I just wish I could forget him and move on, so i'd stop spending my day thinking about where he is and if I will ever see him again. But then I stop myself and remember that he could still one day come back, and i'd be here waiting, no matter what.

I slowly make my way out of bed and to the bathroom. Walking across the room towards the hallway, I start to think about the first time me and Rat met. The tears start streaming down my face again, "damn. When will this nonsense stop? When will you come back, Rat?" I mumble to myself as I rub my face in my shirt, wiping the tears away as I force myself to be strong, to fight the tears back.

I get to the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. 'Dang it, my eyes are red.' I splash some water on my face to wake myself up, I then grab a towel and dry my face off. "I need to stop thinking of him." I mumble.

I hear my mom calling from downstairs, "breakfast is ready!" She yells. I don't respond because my throat is feeling a little sore from crying, instead i just make my way downstairs.

When I get downstairs I could smell moms delicious pancakes. I ignore them and walk past my mom, "I'm not hungry." I say. I make sure not to make eye contact as I grab my bag and run out the door, I don't want her to see my red eyes and know that I was crying. I start running down the street, breathing rapidly as I push past people on my way to his old house. I would go every year, hoping that he would come back and I would be right there to greet him.

After running for about fifteen minutes, I finally arrive on the street where the house is located. I turn the corner and slow my pace. I slowly walk over to the house, knowing that the memories behind it might make me cry again.

I walk up to the front door and my breathing stops. The door is open. I take a shakey breath as I step inside the open door way.

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