It was white. All of it, just white. Plain, boring, simple. And I was okay with that. I glanced around for a minute, taking in the crying John Laurens in the corner of what looked like...a hospital. I took a closer look, seeing my body on the hospital bed, John holding my hand, a doctor holding a clipboard.
Sad.
I died.
I turned from the scene, unable to watch. I was starting to feel bad about what I did. I came face to face with a woman.
Mom.
She stared at me, her determined brown eyes peering into mine.
"Go back. Right now. You have a chance. Fall asleep, right now. If you don't, you can't go back to John."
"Ma...I want to stay with you."
"John needs you more. Go to sleep, Alexander."
"You know?"
"I love you."
"I love you too, Ma."
I closed my eyes.
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Alexander
FanfictionTrans!Alex I still suck at writing descriptions The sequel is John. Creative, I know.
