Marzia and Felix 2: Viral

Marzia and Felix 2: Part One

(Marzia's POV)
"Marzia?" Someone whispers.
I whip my head around in the darkness, unable to see a foot ahead of me. I wave my hands around to feel something, but I feel nothing but a swift breeze.
The voice is very distinct, something I've heard before. Petrified and lonely, my body shivers a weird feeling rushed through my body - like fear.
I don't know what's going on, but as a normal human, I panic.
I begin to run in a general directions, attempting to find the voice.
"Marzia...?" It says again. It's a male. He has an accent, but I can't tell what it is yet.
I cry, unable to find light or a safe haven.
"Who's there?" I call, the words shocked and slurred from fear.
"Marzia..." I hear it again, but still hard to hear. I feel it's to my left, so I stumble on and on, until I collapse and fall to my knees, and sob.
But, to my relief, I find a light. Very dim and weak, but I can run for it. I wobble to my bare feet and sprint for the light. I gets bigger and bigger, and then I see the dark figure. I pause, sweat piuring down my face.
"H-hello...?" I mumble. No reply. I slowly walk up to the figure, and as I step closer, I know who it is.
"Felix! I'm so -" I begin, but get interrupted by a dark voice.
"Wrong way, Marzia." He says.
"Wa... What?" I tremble.
He pauses.
"I said... Wrong way." He slowly turns his head towards me, and I tumble back in shock. His eyes glow a bright yellow, staring deep into my deepest secrets, burning through my soul.
Horrified, I sprint in the other direction, watching "Felix" turn his head back, and the light disappear. A new light appears ahead, a little brighter. And then I realize - it's my old window sill, from my old house.
The moonlight glows through, a cool breeze. And there stands a familiar figure.

Aldo.

He sits on the roof top next to my window, looking at the horizon of bright lights. I slowly walk to the window (a floating, weird window). U suddenly feel at home. I step through, feeling the cool breeze.

Aldo looks at my with his soft, brown eyes. He grins, and looks back at the moon. I sit next to him.
"Aldo, hi." I say, forgetting he's Italian.
"Marzia, hello." He replies, surprisingly in English.
"Where am I?" I ask.
"I don't know, actually." He says.
"Oh..."
We sit in silence for a while.
"I'm scared, and I want to go home." I say.
"You are home, my dear."
"No, I'm not. I'm not with Felix, or Maya or Edgar..."
His smile goes away.
"Felix..." He mumbles.
"Aldo... Don't be like that." I say.
He laughs for a little. Suddenly, he stands up, and walks to the edge of the roof.
"What are you doing...?" I ask, feeling worried.
He pauses, and turns to me.
"I'm still in love with you."
I guiltily look down at my feet.
"Marzia..."
I look up.

"Catch me."

As I feared, Aldo leans back from the roof. I scream, and quickly crawl over to him to catch him, but it's too late. He falls down and down, into the darkness, still smiling.
"NO ALDO, NO!" I scream.

Screaming and sweating, I quickly rise from my bed, in the darkness. Tears stream down my face, sweating bullets, my hair in knots. I breathe heavily, and cup my face in my hands to sob.
"Marzia?!" Felix rises from his slumber and looks at me.
I cry, and jump into his arms.
He holds me tight, he hand on my back to calm my breathing.
"What's going on?" He whispers.
"I... I had such a bad dream!" I scream, gripping his shirt even tighter.
He pulls me away from him, making me want to reach for him, but his warm lips touch mine. He lightly holds me, and I feel my breaths get slower. I feel relaxed, and he pulls his lips from mine.
"It's okay... I'm here." I says, looking deep into my eyes.
Shaking, I nod.
"And, I love you so much, and nothing will ever touch you. Okay?"
"O-okay..."
He smiles, and slowly lays me down.
Maya and Edgar jump onto the bed, and I feel their reassuring licks on my cheek.
"Okay, try to sleep, if you can't, I will make you some tea and we'll watch a few movies." He says, smiling.
"Sounds good." I say, grinning. With his thumb, he wipes the sweat and tears.
"You are so beautiful." He says, so calmly.
I smile.
"I mean it. I'm so happy, so so happy."
"I am too."
"Good," he whispers. I kiss him, to feel his reassuring touch.
"Goodnight, Cutiepie."
"Goodnight, Pewdiepie."

With that, he holds me, and I fall asleep, not scared and dreaming about Japan and Rillakuma plushies.