[Discontinued] The Things Left

3. Back To Me

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Fundy played with the sign, too concentrated on it to see the sad exchange of looks between Eret and Niki. It had been two days, just two days. He was sure of it. He hadn't slept for those two days, and he wondered now if he hadn't slept for the two years they claimed he was gone for. It made him withdraw. And it could explain why he was desperate to find someone, to be with someone. Maybe he didn't even care anymore about being hated, he just needed to be with people he cared about; even if he had hurt them in levels that he couldn't fix.

"What have I missed?" he asked, looking up with worry. The place, it was a mess. It was abandoned. It was broken, forgotten. What had happened? Two years, his head repeated. Maybe if he said it enough times, it would eventually make sense in his head. Just maybe.

"It's a long story…"

"I have time."

Fundy smirked, even if the shine of his eyes weren't matching. Eret smiled, shaking his head slightly. Niki played with the grass. There was something conforming about just sitting down, letting the wind play with their hair, without the worry of war or being caught. War was over, the cost was clear to all.

"Come on, let's go before it's dark. We'll tell you everything over dinner." Eret said before getting up, shaking the dust from his pants. Fundy followed, hitting his head softly against the clay fox. He laughed, making Fundy stick his tongue out playfully. He helped Niki get up, grabbing her hand and pulling her up.

They walked in silence, saying their silent goodbyes to the place as they did. Eret and Niki were leading the way to a place far from L'manburg, even further from the DSMP. Fundy looked around, vaguely remembering the place they were headed. It was kinda sad to leave all that behind, all the stories and the adventures left behind. Even the war and the conflict, the election and everything that happened in between. He was going to miss it all. The hurt and the happiness, all those emotions since the day they joined to the end. In a weird way, he was even going to miss the wars.

Beyond the forest, there was a spot that yelled their intervention. Trees were cut and planted symmetrically, their pattern was planned. It was an open camp, not many houses standing up. There was no color, no nothing that reflected the liberty they had in the DSMP. No fancy construction, no thought-out houses, no imposing castles, no broken path or farm. Nothing. Just lack of motivation.

He took a step back when everyone gathered around, their faces mirrored what Eret and Niki had looked like when he first saw them. All the color drained from their faces, the wind stole their words. There was silence, only sprinting getting louder with each second. He opened his mouth, his words stopped by a body tackling him to the ground.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispered with a broken voice.

Fundy’s eyes opened wide by the words, feeling him tremble. Tears were flowing out his eyes again, not realizing. He hesitated, a choke caught on his throat, before hugging him back. He held him tight, not caring about wrinkling the jacket. Both of them cried, and he forgot about those around.

“I thought I lost you… I missed you so much… I’m so sorry for everything…” He said, repeatedly. He held him tight, scared to let go and losing him again. He didn’t want to lose him, the feeling of him slipping out of his hands terrorized him. The nightmares and the nights, all the time he didn’t sleep thinking of where he was. The anxiety and panicking attacks, thinking of all the things that could have gone wrong. And all the blame he put in himself. “I should have never left you… I’m so sorry…”

“Yuck,” Fundy replied when he pulled away, trying to hide his smile as he wiped his tears with the back of his hands. Then he realized he cried in front of everyone, it flustered him and made him shy. Like always, he hid it and turned indifferent about it; but everyone knew. “That was something. Let’s not do that ever again, Wilbur…”

Eret hit him in the back of the head, making him turn with a playful frown. He rolled his eyes, hidden by his shades, glad to have him back.

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You know, since there will be different people reading from different places (Ao3 or Wattpad), I was thinking to do a little game with hints. So I'll be leaving different messages in the notes, could be helpful to plot or not. Reader's call

Message: What happened to the spy's diary?