Run Off → 91 Days Fanfic

Run For Angelo

Time to calm down.

There was a young boy standing in front of you, his face was so bright it was almost blinding. His black truffle of hair looked as soft as silk and it seemed to bounce when he turns around to stare at the crucifix in front of the altar.

Both of you were standing in the middle of a church, the boy was about arm's length away. This white dress hugged your body, the lacy long sleeves covered your scars and wounds.

The boy turns to face you again and you tensed up when he reaches out. The hem of your dress was tugged by his small hand and you crouched down to his height. There was a determined expression on his face, those yellow eyes were almost piercing.

"When I'm older, I want to be your husband!" The boy declares with a strong, high voice.

"Marriage...?" You replied as your face dropped.

"So, please don't be sad." A small hand cups your cheek.

You were silent, the boy's face was distorted, unrecognizable. The words were caught in your throat, it was like your mouth was sewn shut.

"Just wait a little longer," His small arms wrapped around your shoulders.

Tears pricked your eyes, you couldn't find the strength to return the hug.

"You'll see me soon."

The boy separates, making you attempt to grab him back. He turns away and his back is now facing you, walking slowly up the pews.

Every step he took, it was like a miles stretch. He's far from your reach, not knowing if he will return. He grows farther, the world around you became grey.

Soon, He is shot through his back, an inaudible gunshot rang through the church. Blood stains his beige cardigan as the boy collapses onto the floor.

You inhaled sharply as your vision becomes blurry with tears. The tips of your fingers began to shake as the boy lays lifeless on the ground, his blood making a pool in the white tiles. You are on your hands and knees staring hard at the dead child.

Next, the church around you sets ablaze, fire engulfs the pews and windows. It was warm against your face, yet the boy wasn't being touched by the flames.

You stood up too quickly, only to be pulled back and lose your balance. Turning around, a long, winding staircase appears behind you. Your feet slipped off the ground as you tumbled down the stairs below.

•••

Avilio watches you stir around in your sleep as Corteo prepares for your breakfast in bed. You caught a little fever yesterday from standing in the rain for too long and you had an upset stomach from Ronald's horrid food.

Corteo adds butter and syrup to the stacked pancakes and a small blueberry on top. Avilio's mouth almost waters from the sight but he continues to remain composed as you let out a little groan.

Corteo walks towards the windows and spreads open the curtains, the early sunlight shines through the clear glass. Both men watch you roll around in the big bed as you tried to bury your face into a pillow.

"You should step outside," Corteo seemed to warn Avilio. "[Y/N] hates it when other people see her wake up."

"What's the harm?" Avilio asks cynically.

"Oh, I know," Corteo chuckles at the memory. "Why do you think the Vanetti brothers aren't allowed in her room anymore?"

Avilio opens his mouth to respond but he shuts his lips and decides to keep quiet. He doesn't say another word as he takes a few steps back and exits out of the room.