*Elizabeth's p.o.v*
Boxes. So many bloody boxes! Christ, how much stuff does Johnathan have?
It's not the amount of boxes that is an issue, it's the boxes themselves that are worrisome. Crates, metal crates, and a large crate in the basement with a concerning label: "if you want to remain living, you won't open this".
Strange, to say the least.
Yet, nothing in any of those strange storage vessels seems like it would get us any closer to finding John. We have reported his disappearance to every "agency for the missing" in the country! None of them have been of any help. It's been nearly two years now.
2 years.
2 years without his smile.
2 years without his laugh.
2 years without.. him.
Why? If there's some mystic deity up there "watching down on us", what did the world do to deserve to lose such a miraculous person? Johnathan was kind, Johnathan was brilliant! Johnathan was.. he was mine. The first and possibly the last person I ever loved.
I loved him.
I adored him.
I lost him.
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Secrets and Lies
Fanfiction(artwork by Copperfirecracker) the P.I.E team has been together for years, and after Toast mysteriously goes missing during a case and isn't found, its up to Ghost to find his beloved partner. Will he find his way through the web of secrets and lies...
