Don't Forget- Pewdiecry/Melix fanfiction

Tarnished

Two years ago at the airport the day of the bombing.

"He's gone."

Marzia shook her head in disbelief. People crowded around her still desperately trying to get in.

"No, he's not. He's not. He-he would never leave--"

Marzia's voice cracked, still reluctantly trying to explain to the woman Felix would never leave her. But what about the things the woman said before, about the bombs?

Could it be true?

If so, Marzia needed to get out, now.

But Felix...

So many things were racing through Marzia's mind. She looked down then said to the woman, who's hands were still grappled on to hers,

"We need to leave."

The woman nodded her head than quickly pulled Marzia to a mini van that looked old and tarnished, as if it was years old. The door screeched as the woman yanked it open. The woman was older than Marzia. Her hair was short and brown, with light grey streaks. Marzia had never seen her before. Yet something about her was,

Familiar.

"Get in!" the woman commanded aggressively.

Marzia obeyed, stepping into the car. The woman went to the front if the car and began driving quickly.

"Where are we going?" Marzia demanded. Her high voice was flushed with frustration. How dare she leave Felix? How could she go? She needed him, and he needed her. What was she going to do now?

The woman parked at an old house, clearly rotting as if about to collapse.

"Here."

***

The woman rushed Marzia to the basement of the tarnished house. It was like a bunker-- it had a small bed, some cabinets for food and medicine, and a bathroom. The smell of bleach wafted through the basement, stinging Marzia's nose.

"Do you want something to eat?" the woman asked.

Marzia stomped her foot so hard on the concrete, the house shook a little.

"Tell me who you are! Tell me where I am, and tell me why!"

"Why what?"

"Why me? There were a millions of people there, why me?"

"You were...you..." the woman stumbled across her words.

"You reminded me of...me. Alone. Helpless. And--"

"Okay, okay. But your name."

"Kim."

Marzia was weary and tired. Like the tarnished car and the tarnished house, she was feeling exactly that. Tarnished. Worn out. Old.

There was a long silence.

"Did he know?" Kim asked.

"No."

Kim raised her eyebrows.

"Can you tell?"

The woman shook her head.

Marzia didn't get to tell Felix she was pregnant yet.