"So you're saying not to go? Risk it all and be ready for whatever they have planned next?" I question my sister as I sit in front of her in my old house. It's...peculiar to say the least. Being back here after really, really, long time. It reminds me of who I am, and who I was. Who we all were. I was the playwright scoundrel of the century, my sister a spy for someone who did more harm than good and my parents were preadjust to say the least. It's strange to think of who we were such a short time ago.
Hannah wheeled forward in her chair slightly -a precaution as my mother called it. It's better for her to sit rather than cause stress. "Yes. When you are out there, in the middle of the grounds they know, they will have the upper hand Phillip. At least here you have the strength in numbers and the advantage as you know the area well." She paused and pursed her lips. "But I don't think this is something you should decide for yourself but rather something that should be discussed with those who you hold closest. Holding this burden is just going to bring pain to yourself and those around you".
I quickly toss my head over my shoulder to check that my mother isn't there before throwing a decorative cushion at Hannah, in which she caught with one hand without even to having to move her chair a half inch. "Must I be better at everything you do big brother?" She sighed before letting a laugh echo around the room.
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The dirt crinkled underneath my feet as I paced back and fourth. Letting the buckles of my black shoes be coated in thin layers of brown. The table was darker than it was since the last time I've been here. Somehow polished with the harsh reality of the situation. The small clock that sat over to the side, on top of a mound of costumes that needed final touches and props that needed repairs. provided a beat that match the beating of my heart.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
But it was now as if one second became two, time speeding up as a reminder that this needed to be done and this needed to be done quickly.
I felt my feet become concrete once they began to walking into the room. They each followed one another. Talking. Laughing. Smiling and I hated the fact that I knew that they wold not bee the same when we left this meeting. Everyday we have to stand up and be strong But every night we all fall for the same weakness, we can't stand up to our demons.
Then Lizzy comes in. Smiling with a thousands lights behind her. But the moment she sees my face, she somehow knows that something isn't right. And I feel the string of my heart pull into a wrong chord when her smile dampens and her smile slowly fades.
"Thank you for all coming on such short notice." I begin, slowly settling down and gripping my hands to stop them from fidgeting. "I have some news in regards to Miss Lind and Miss Griffin...."
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Our Heart - The Greatest Showman {Book 2 of "One Heart"}
FanficBook 2 of "One Heart". "They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that's what I did. I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I am so empty" It has been a few months since the events of "One Heart". Phillip has yet to return...