Oblivion

T W E N T Y - F I V E

Thursday, 14 November, 2019

Zyre

"So, you're absolutely sure you aren't cold?" Nyco asked me, casting another anxious glance towards me.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Of course I'm cold, but I won't freeze to death."

"You still haven't explained that you know," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"There's one thing I could . . . maybe 'thank' my father for," I murmured, "If he hadn't done what he did, I wouldn't be here with you right now."

"Are you really thanking the man for creating an apocalypse?" he asked incredulously, "I wouldn't thank anyone for that."

I chuckled at that, "No, no. I thank him for something else he did, not for turning my family into soulless zombies."

"Oh?" Nyco mumbled, raising an eyebrow, "What did he do?"

"He kinda created a semi-antidote to the Hollow," I told him, "It just got rid of all the crap side effects."

The brunette froze in his tracks, pulling me to a stop with him as he gave me an odd look, "You mean, he created an antidote? What happened there?"

"It only works before the memory loss stage, I think, since some of the very last words he said to me was that it was too late for him, after he gave it to me he burnt all the research he did on said antidote, then he locked himself in his lab in the basement," I explained to him with a small shrug of my shoulders.

"Went mad, didn't he?"

"Absolutely insane before then," I replied, "Only an insane person tries to create an immortal drug."

Nyco smiled shyly at me looking up at the sky as it started to snow, "Should we continue walking before another snowstorm starts?"

"Darling, the snowstorm is already starting."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Smart man."

***

"Nyco!" Melo shouted happily, running over to hug the boy.

"Did I do good?" I asked jokingly, "I brought my boyfriend back to his home."

Whilst Melo was busy fussing over Nyco like a mother would, messing with his hair and ordering someone to get him a hot cocoa, she was nodding slowly, "Yes, yes, you did well."

"Did you really go because she made you?" Nyco asked me with a fake pout.

"No, she tried to get me to stay until I brought up the point of being the all-powerful, undying immortal guy," I responded, leaning over to peck him on the cheek.

"Immortal?" Brax asked with a scoff, "Yeah right."

I rose an eyebrow at that, glancing over at Melo, "You didn't tell them?"

She smiled sheepishly, "I wanted to leave that up to you so I wouldn't get in trouble for telling them myself."

"Telling us what?" the sun-haired man asked, looking at me curiously with narrowed eyes.

"That I've had the Hollow since I was fourteen-ish," I said nonchalantly, "And also that I'm immune because my father made a single semi-cure."

"Explains why he walked in with a t-shirt even though he left with a jacket," Brax muttered, "Shall we call a group meeting?"

"Why not?" I said with a shrug, "I've got nothing left to hide anymore."

"Oh god," Nyco murmured, "I sense a tragic backstory coming on."

"This time, you get to hear the whole story."