Part two | Chapter Twenty-nine-
"At Stake"
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My eyes went blurry all of a sudden, but, enough to not bother me. A slender light appeared around my vision, keeping me from seeing anything. Great, what now, I managed to reminisce, still in my addled state. At this point, I was sick of this nonsense. No more of this, please.
I have no idea what's happening.
All I wanted; resting in bed, peacefully- not- here, not there. I wanna go back. It felt like I had collapsed.
Just like I desired, I was back.
Just not... There. I woke up to my own throb. I'm still alive... I'm still here. What had sent me back, still kept me here. But I believe I could do better. Even if I couldn't go back, I could still figure this out. I took my loudest breath, standing right back up on my bad. This time, it wasn't as easy. My whole body trembled with a despicable torment, far worse than I imagined. What more than standing up can I do at this rate? This whole time, I had kept silent, not corporately, barring to myself. Because this situation brought me at stake; I wasn't ready for any of this. I noticed my pale hands resting on my lap; But more than that, I noticed the absence.
There was no bruise... No pain at all. No wound, no blood. Kind of... Ironic. Without a second thought, I spotted the yellow paper-note- The cup of espresso, and the wounded fright on my expression, seen from the reflection not far from me. I believe it is not me. It had a narrow nose, just like mine. A pointed pallid face with of course- the freckles all around my bridged cheeks. That's where the similarities end. It was insinuating to myself- but just not me. Though, it moves when I move, mirroring my exact look. I glimpse over to the window, forcing my eyes open with the light radiating the room. Squeezing my sheets, I urge to stand up. Implying Deja Vu; only with an aching in my body. Risen from my blinded view, I walk up over the blinds half-open.
Carefully pulling it back with the fear of causing a sound, I remember the radiance of San Francisco. Rambling on again... I'm sure I'll find more answers. But, before Olivia comes- I need to escape. I grab the outskirts of my robe, pulling it forward. Just as I folded it into a knot, I ignored the pain rested in me. And just like that, I push the window up, causing it to burst open, with my elbows against the glass, I think just one last time.
I'm doing this for her.
That's right, I'm doing this for.. h-
I halt myself forward before I can put to mind, I'm... I'm at the edge of a 4-story building. But, my intentions are not to take my chances.
Oh wow... I've never done this before. What am I thinking? At the time, I felt her, somewhere still in there, feel her menace dragging me to do it. This time, it was for both of us.
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Fantasy『P R O L O G U E』 "...Sir?" He held his might up high, hovering against the sky's delicate wings. Though it was dark, the stars shone before him. Stunned, he untangled the mass of paper and fastened it in his hands. "I found her-" He blurts in a scu...
