His lockscreen was a picture of us, as in the whole team, and his home screen was just me and him.
I looked through his photo gallery first. Texts would have to wait; it felt like too much of a start. There wasn't much to it, mostly just snapshots of people and pictures of places he'd been. There were only two that stuck out to me.
In one, he was obviously a lot younger. Maybe twelve. Thirteen tops. He was sitting on a park bench, Central Park actually, on a bright day. Two people knelt by him, one a man far too tall to be considered average height, and the other a woman who was actually average size. Neither of them had the same features he'd been blessed with.
The second one was of him and those same two people at an airport, sharing some bittersweet moment. He seemed about sixteen or seventeen, probably bound for Tokyo if I had to guess.
Who these people were I didn't know. I also didn't know why he never, in the few years we knew each other, brought them up. Ever.
It made no sense and frankly it sort of pissed me off.
What else had he been hiding? Was he even the Lafayette I knew, or some front for the media? Other Warcross players had done that, so he very well could have been playing us all. Literally.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
