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fortunekookie07 · 5 months ago

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Alright, this one is FINALLY ready. I hope you have your tissues ready. It's a looong one. I'm not exact, but it might be twice the length of the first part? I don't have a word count. Just a dang, that's a long scroll thing. Any whoodle here ya go!

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Moment Forever Lost : Splintered Souls

"Who are you?" You ask, looking at the man in front of you. He is entirely unfamiliar, and he has this weird expression on his face as he stares back at you. It's almost... heartbreaking, soul shredding sorrow.

Your attention is diverted to the opening door. Several more people come in, none of them, you know. The male leading the group is tall, well built, and has mesmerizing gold green eyes. The prettiest hazel you can recall ever seeing. His name badge reads Zayne, and below that, it says Cardiology Head.

The Dr's behind him are from various departments in the hospital. Orthopedics, neurology, physical therapy, your head starts spinning, trying to remember what each Dr is there for.

The woman bringing up the rear of the group has a name badge that says Dr. Mia Evol Specialist. As far as you can recall, your Evol was never very strong or even remarkable. You write her off. She probably will be disappointed when she does her testing.

You focus your attention on Dr. Zayne as he asks you questions. Starting with your name and age. You have no trouble with those. "What happened to me? I can't really recall much. " You say when you've gotten your date wrong by five years. "You were in a traumatic accident and miraculously survived a building collapse." The dr says carefully, and you can tell he is leaving details out. Subtlety is clearly his weak point.

"These questions can wait. We need to run tests to see if you have recovered. Your body took a serious beating, but I believe you will be able to make a full recovery. " The neurologists say moving closer.

"We should get a full work up on her. We need blood draws, a CT scan, and x-rays. " You don't catch all of the things they say as they start conversing amongst themselves about who wants to run what test and when.

Your eyes go to the man in the corner of the room. Tired, is the word that comes to mind now. Looking him up and down you realize that he would be incredibly handsome if he had proper rest.

His white shirt is rumpled and you notice that the top two buttons were done wrong causing the whole shirt to look funny. You almost want to laugh at his silly appearance. A sense of familiarity comes to you as you stare at him longer.

He looks up then, having noticed your gaze. You stare back into his beautiful blue pink eyes and feel yourself falling into them. The longer you stare back at him the more you feel like you know this gaze. Something starts to surface in the back of your mind and you feel enchanted, like a spell has been cast over you.

A memory flashes by in the back of your mind. You just barely glimpse a sulky, pouting face and what you think is a school uniform. But it goes by too fast for you to grasp it. You stare at him harder, your brows furrowing in concentration. A slight ache starts in your head and you wince.

The little gesture is enough to shatter the spell like trance you were under and a nurse blocks your view of him as she unhook various equipment and they prepare to whisk you off for endless testing.

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Rafayel's mind was in endless chaos, he couldn't understand what had happened. He knew your tremor Evol was not strong. You'd told him that yourself many times since you'd gone to the Hunter Academy and tried to become a trainee.

He kept going back to the building collapse and the earthquake that had resulted in the aftermath.

Rafayel had thrown himself through the hole in the floor that had opened up when the supports could no longer take the shaking.

As he dove after you, he could see a glow forming all around you. A symbol appeared over your heart, one he knew all to well. It was incomplete but he still recognized it. He'd put it on his love's heart himself back in his first life as God of Tides.

His mind began racing. How could there be two girls with his mark? He'd confirmed its presence on her a long time ago. Why was it here now? He'd never sensed even a fraction of his power from you before.

Using his flames to boost his falling speed and get closer to you, his hadn't was reached out to you. It felt like time has stopped. The ground was so close and he was not gaining on you to close the distance.

With an anguished cry he summoned the flames and sent it to the ground below. If he couldn't catch you, then he'd would make it so you survived no matter what. He had to know why you had his mark and how it had come to you.

Like time was flowing again he watch you hit the ground. Tears were streaming from his eyes now. The sickening sound of you hitting the earth tore him in two.

Slowing his fall down, he landed lightly next to you and then reached out. He wished he couldn't tell how badly you were hurt. Blood was seeping through your hair and your nose was bleeding. Your breath was ragged and shallow. Like you couldn't get air.

Rafayel knew he shouldn't move you. Internal injuries could cause you to bleed to death, but he could also tell you needed immediate medical attention.

A lite thump behind him had Rafayel glancing around. He caught site of her running over. She had few injuries as well. Her black hair was cover in debris and dust. Shallow cute and nicks were scattered on her face and arms. If the thin lines of blood and tears to her sleeves were anything to go by.

She knelt by his side furiously tapping on her watch trying to get a signal. Glancing over your body and the extent of injuries she knee if help didn't come soon you were going to die.

"Come on, come on!" She said, frustration and worry lacing her tone. Finally the call connected and she immediately spit out the need for urgent medical help.

"A medical team has been dispatched to your location." Tara said without hesitation.

Anxious moments tick by and your breathing gets worse. It'd like your heart had been hooked up to a speaker. He's focusing ok so hard he can hear every shallow breath you take. He stops breathing the moment your heart mutters, skips a beat and then stops. His hands flutter, anxious at giving you CPR without knowing the extent of your injuries.

As if hearing your prayers, a light shines in the dark space and he hears voices calling out for survivors. She stands up and starts yelling, calling them this way.

Two paramedics and four fore fighters rush towards your location. Rafayel steps back and anxiously tells them that you aren't breathing. They get to work immediately. Hooking you up to the portable hear monitor and an IV to give fluids, pain medication, and then they start CPR. Placing a tube down your throat and then pumping air into your lugs.

They cut your shirt open, exposing your chest and feeling along your ribs and abdomen. "Her lung has collapsed were going to need a chest tube Stat. I'm not losing her!" The man says immediately opening the kit and getting to work.

"Got a pulse, get a c-collar and let's move her!" The unsteady beep of your heart on the machine has Rafayel taking a breath again. He hand realized he'd been holding it the whole time. Completely ignoring his lungs burning need for air. They strap you down to a long board and carefully lift you up.

For what seems like an eternity, Rafayel makes his way through the ruble. He's bringing up the rear of the group. Anxiety is eating away at him over your condition. Your heart has stopped once, it could happen again and they might not be able to get you back next time.

Using his injuries as an excuse, Rafayel manages to get a ride in the ambulance with you. The paramedics are hovering over you. Monitoring your vitals and body condition for even the slightest change. Then it happens, the heart monitor loses your heart and a long beep echos in his head as they spring into action. Preparing to do CPR, and manually pump air into your lungs

"Come on, you've got to fight for us. Don't give up now!" The guy who'd gotten you back the first time says to your still body as the heart monitor continues to let out the long beep.

Rafayel can't sit still he gets up. "Can I try something?" He asks but doesn't give them a chance to respond. He pushes his way between them and grasps your hand, squeezing tightly and then he's speaking, calling your name quietly.

"You can't leave me now, I haven't apologized for being the worst friend possible and not recognizing how important you are to me. Please don't go. You can hate me if you want. I deserve that, just don't leave me alone." Rafayel is tearing up, and the tears deips down his face and onto your chest right over your heart.

Suddenly the long beeping stops as the machine finds your heartbeat again. Very unsteady, but stronger than before. "Don't let go of her hand, right now you're her lifeline." The paramedic says as they cover you up to keep you warm. One of them keeps track of the heart monitor and then the same guy is turning to tend Rafayel's mild injuries.

The rest of the trip was a whirlwind to Rafayel. It didn't take long to get to the hospital and then you were rushed off for xrays.

A nurse bandages all his shallow injuries and then he manages to get it our of her what room you were taken to.

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The last test is finally done and you feel exhausted. Going in and out of different areas of the hospital has worn you out. Despite the fact that you were in a wheel chair or in your bed.

Due to not moving for just over two months, your legs have become pretty thin. The muscles deteriorated with out constant movement or walking.

Physical therapy is scheduled to start in two days if your xrays have cleared you. The skull fractures have healed well. Headaches were to be expected.

Finally younare back in your room and just as your had thought, that man is still there. It didn't look like he had really moved. Still sitting on that stiff looking couch.

The nurse hooked you back up to the machines and administered your evening medications and then helped you change into a clean gown. After all that was finally done, you were teetering on the realm of unconsciousness as the door closed.

Rustling had you slightly opening your eyes. He was standing up and moving closer to you. "Do you really not know who I am?" His tone sounds so defeated and his eyes have a faraway look to them. You hmmm before falling alseep, unable to keep your eyes open any longer.

Over the next few weeks, you have come to terms with the fact that in addition to missing fiver years there are significant gaps in your memory altogether. Rafayel, as he told you what his name was finally, hardly ever leaves your side. You're the one who leave this large room more than he does actually.

The day before, your physical therapist had even cleared you to walk without an aide. Though you aren't allowed to run yet, it shouldn't be long. You've even gained back some weight. Overall you look much healthier than you did when you first woke up.

There are several things that concern you though. Th dreams you have at night, you can never remember what they were about but you always feel like you've been on some fantastic adventure and you are almost certain Rafayel was in all of them.

Sometimes you even feel like this is the dream and what you can't remember is reality. Almost like you're disconnected from everything.

Unlike your initial prediction, Dr. Mia has not left the group of Dr's attending you. She has run numerous tests on your Evol and you can see that something is not quite right. She almost seems frustrated. Finally you ask her. She hesitates before asking the question. "Your Evol was tremors right?" You immediately focus on the use of was and you think the worst. Not everyone had Evol, and though yours was not strong it was definitely there. "Was?" You ask disheartened.

"No matter what test I rub on you the result is not tremor. It's Anhausen and your level is indeterminable." She sounded at her wits end. "It's possible to raise your level as you grow stronger and practice your skills. But I've never heard of anyone just having their Evol class change entirely. I didn't think it was even possible." She rambled off muttering.

After she left, you were consumed with thoughts. You wished you could talk to your mother. She had died just before you entered elementary. A car accident. The road had been slick with rain and her car had spun out of control.

You were only six when all you'd ever known was gone. Your father had never been in the picture and from what you'd learned from your mother's friends it had been a drunken night when she got you. With no family to turn to, you'd been sent to an orphanage.

That night as you dream wild visions come to life. A world under the sea, a pair of beautiful blue-pink eyes and a cocky smile seem to linger even as the dream changes.

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The next morning you wake up in a cold sweat and throw the blankets off of you sitting up in a rush. Your gasping for air and the room feels incredibly small. Like your trapped in some kind box.

Your hearts racing out of your chest and you feel like your soul has been split many times. You look around with wild eyes expecting to see those mad researchers come into the room to try their next experiment.

You really felt like you'd died several times as they played a game with your life. Only one person seemed even remotely concerned for your wellbeing. It wasn't much to you, after all, how important was some test subject that didn't even have a name? You'd only been referred to by a code of some sort. Subject 001 and Unicorn remained firmly rooted in your mind.

The door opens drawing you out of your still semi panicked state and fully back to reality. The dream all but forgotten as it moves to the back of your mind.

Rafayel is walking across the threshold and there's a small woman behind him. She's holding a small bouquet of large white chrysanthemums. How did she know your favorite flower? You wrack your brain trying to recall if you've ever met her and come up empty.

Something is gnawing at the back of your mind and you feel like you should know her. Her large brown eyes display her kind nature and friendly personality as they look you over. A smile is on her face as she meets your eyes. Turning to close the door behind her you can see that her dark brown hair is long and straight.

You feel a twinge of envy as you think that her hair would probably never have the audacity to misbehave on her like yours did. Heck you probably had bad bed head now.

"Hi!" She starts off brightly, turning up her smile. "Rafayel said that you had memory loss so I know you don't remember me, but we've met several times before. Rafayel is my good friend and he and I were there to rescue you the day your work building collapsed." Her words are careful and you feel like there is something that she isn't telling you, but you also feel like she is speaking in a manner to not upset or depress you so you decide to let it go for the moment.

"Rafayel told me that you were finally allowed to have visitors and that this was your favorite flower. I'm so glad you woke up. All of us at the Hunter's Association were worried for you. It was a terrible accident. It's incredibly fortunate there were no casualties. Oh I should probably reintroduce myself."

Her face blushes slightly in embaressment as she rubs her head shyly before giving her name.

You sit down on the bed and smile back at her. "Thank you for visiting, I'm sorry I can't remember you. Thank you for saving my life. The doctors told me some details about what happened. I would have died if you hadn't been there. I will be eternally greatful." You extend your hand to her and she lights up before taking it.

A shock goes through you as your palms touch and you jerk your hand back eyes widening slightly. You can tell she felt it to. As your eyes meet an image comes to your head. It's that woman, the one who was in your dreams. But she looks completely different, older, more relaxed. "What was that??" She says alarmed and no longer smiling. She saw something too, but clearly not the same thing.

She shivers hugging herself as if to chase away a bad memory. "Unicorn?" She mumbles very soflty but you still hear it. You gaze at her intently. Had she seen your dream? She shakes her head and then presents the bouquet to you after Rafayel touches her back and softly asks if she is alright.

You take the flowers, careful not to touch her hands again. She's smiling again. "I can't stay any longer, I have to go to work now. I just wanted to bring this to you. I hope you get to go home soon. Congratulations on your recovery!" She waves before turning from the room. "I'll walk you out." Rafayel says leaving behind her.

Once they're gone you mull over the image you'd seen. The woman, much older now. She had to know her. If you saw her just by touching. She must be real. There had to be more to this weird sensation you'd felt just by touching. Maybe it was all connected to the gaps in your memory, the way your Evol had changed, and your strange dreams.

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After another week had passed, the Dr's were finally ready to release you. For the first time in what felt like a century, you were going home. At first you were elated. No more testing, people constantly coming in and out of your room. No more endless medications. You could finally ditch that pushy physical therapist too! Even if there was still the matter of attending the outpatient therapy for two more weeks.

The best part at first had been getting out from underneath Rafayel's watchful eyes. He rarely left and even when he did, it wasn't for more than an hour. When the day had actually come and with it the impending separation you had this echo of loneliness. You had always lived alone. Ever since you had entered high school. Having him constantly around was nice.

When you found yourself standing in front of a door that was familiar and altogether alien you steeled your resolve and walked across the threshold. "Thanks for bringing me home and for staying by my side the whole time. I'm sorry I still can't remember you." You say turning to Rafayel. He only gives you that small smile as he hands over your bag.

"I'm just going to go to bed." You say after standing in the doorway in silence foe a few minutes. "Alright, get some rest. I'll check on you later." He moves forward, coming closer to you. Then his arms wrap around you as he pulls you into a tight hug.

After he's gone the silence is loud. Since waking up a few weeks ago, the constant sound of hospital machinery, and chatter outside your room has become familiar. Without all of that, it's like the silence is screaming, it makes you uneasy.

Bored from just sitting on the couch you flip on the TV to a random show and settle down. It's only with the added noise are you finally able to sleep.

When you wake up again, it's hard to tell just how much time has passed. Your body is stiff from not moving and you feel hungry, though the desire to alleviate any of those issues just isn't there.

A notification popping up in your phone finally has you moving. Of course it's just your phone telling you to charge it. Turning your attention to the notifications you see there are a lot of them. Going back for weeks.

There's texts, alerts, emails, and system notifications galore. Getting the charger and hooking it up, you start with the emails. Most of it is junk. The only things if relevance being bill notices and confirmation of payments. You frown in confusion, who was paying the bills while you were in a coma?

Moving on to the text messages. The conversation with Rafayel catches your eye. Desperate for a clue to your relationship you start reading.

Tears well in your eyes. How could he not tell you that you had been fighting and that you hadn't spoken for two weeks before your accident? The woman you had met, she was involved too. Why hadn't they said anything?

Feeling betrayed, you stop reading and throw your phone. It bounces off the bed and slides across the floor, stopping under the dresser. You flop down on your bed and curl up on your side. Any thoughts of eating having vanished from your mind.

Letting the feelings wash over you, you cry yourself to sleep again.

As your dreams wash over you, your mind seems to be going far away. Back to a time that your soul and heart remember, bit your mind has forgotten.

The next time you wake up, the feeling that you haven't moved for a long time set's off aches in your body. You can't bring yourself to relive your body's discomfort though.

The lingering image in your head is of deep, clear blue waters and a pair of striking blue pink eyes.

Then you hear it, the sound that has initially drawn you from your dreams. Slowly you sit up and look around the dark room. "What is that?" You ask trying to find the source of the noise. It sounds kind of like a whirring noise. Before you can locate it, the noise stops and silence falls again.

You stretch out your stiff limbs and get up. Your joints Crack with the movement as you do. As you are now fully awake and alert, your stomach let's out a snarl. The ache that follows behind convinces you to get some food.

Going into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge and cabinets you soon end up with a little pile. Everything left is shelf stable. Looks like soup is the best you can do for now.

Before long you have the water boiling and are stiring the noodles as you wait for them to cook. Ramen is probably not enough, but lacking the desire to do much else you resign to the simple bowl of beef noodles.

After scooping it into a bowl you head to the couch and flip the TV on. You slowly sip away at the hot broth and slurp down the noodles as you watch the news. Wanderer attacks are at an all time low and experts are all trying to put their two cents in as to why this is.

You hardly care, less people are getting hurt and the Hunter's for once aren't being worked overtime. Setting the bowl on the table in front of you, you lean back with a yawn. It's silly for you to be so tired now after having slept twice since getting home, but your body is demanding rest and once again you drift off to sleep with dreams you can't remember much of.

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Rafayel looked at his phone with a mixture of annoyance and deep worry. It had been almost five days since he'd dropped you off at home, and not once had you picked up his calls or answered a text. At this point worry was taking a dominant lead in his mind.

If he were in Linkon, he would have just rushed over to your apartment to check up on you. However this was not the case.

An extremely important client of his and one of Thomas's investors had been trying to get Rafayel to appear at his art exhibit for years. Because Rafayel had ditched work and denied all gallery appearances and canceled his last two shows, he hadn't been able to say no. Thomas had threatened to quit, he'd even typed up his resignation and was prepared to submit it, he'd waved the official papers in Rafayel's face.

Having no choice, and not wanting to lose his good friend as his gallery manager, Rafayel flew to London to see the client. He'd had to leave right after dropping you off.

Rafayel's mood was absolutely sour as he watched reporters and guests walk through the gallery while he hid in a corner and sulked. Stupid Thimas and his stupid threats he though darkly as he glared at nothing in particular. Then his phone rang and he answered it without looking at the ID.

"Hello?" Your name tumbled from his lips and his heart sank when it wasn't you. "No, it's me. I didn't want to bother you while your working, but, maybe it's nothing. It's just, she hasn't gone to any of her physical therapy appointments. Zayne mentioned it to me when I was there for my checkup this afternoon. I'd go check on her, but I don't know her address. I'm kind of worried. She just came out of a coma too." Rafayel's heart froze with worry ad he rattled off your address and then begged her to go check on you.

"I'm on the next flight home. I'll be there in five hours." He said walking towards the client. This was the last day of his exhibit so surely he would be alright to let him leave if he said it was an emergency.

Thankfully the client was very understanding, seeing the look on Rafayel's face and hearing the concern as he quickly explained, had him feeling bad for the younger man. He placed his hand on Rafayel's shoulder and shook his hand. Thanking him for coming and wishing him a safe return home.

Rafayel had this foreboding feeling come over him, the same as the day you nearly died. His stomach clenched in knots as he begged the taxi driver to get him to the airport as fast as possible.

Whenever he had this feeling he knew something very bad was going to happen. He was begging to be wrong for once.

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Your eyes flickered open and you were confused about where you were. Where had Rafayel gone and what were you wearing? Confusion grew even more when you realized you also weren't in the sea. "Rafayel?" You called looking around the strange room.

Bzzzzzzzzz

The strange sound had you jumping. In your fright you tumbled to the floor, off your curled up position on the couch. With your fall, reality caught up to you.

Touching your aching head you mumbled "Thay felt so real, I can't believe I forgot it was a dream." As you went to stand, a wave of dizziness had you sinking back down. You felt so weak and the energy to stand just wasn't there. The dizziness grew and you felt your body surrendering to unconsciousness once more.

"S'mthins wrong." You manage to get our before blackness over takes your vision and you fall back into dreams.

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She stood outside your apartment hesitant. It was so late now. Almost three, but Rafayel had sounded so desperate. Finally she swallowed her indecision and rang the bell. It was so quiet out that she could hear the buzz echoing inside. Thankfully she was listening hard for sounds and she heard a soft thump.

Convinced that you needed help she opened the door with the emergency key card and rushed in. The landlord had been very understanding of your situation and trusted that because she was a Hunter she could be trusted and had given her the card.

She rushed past the doorway and into the livingroom. Spotting you on the floor, leaning onto the seat of the couch she rushed over and grasped your wrist, feeling for a pulse. Her blood went cold when she felt how weak it was.

Immediately calling for an ambulance as she checked you over for injuries. Finding none, she grabbed a blanket and covered you with it before lifting you onto the couch. You didn't wake from your sleep. Fear gripped her as your head just lulled back onto the cushion behind you.

Just as fear was taking over the sound of sirens shattered the quiet. Relief started to flood her as she quickly ran to the door and met the paramedics. She rattled off your name and age and approximate weight as the asked questions. She mentioned that you had recently been a coma patient and had been released a few days ago.

"Her heartbeat and blood pressure are dangerously low. We need to take her." The paramedic said packing away the machine. "Will you meet us there?" They asked and she noded before following them out and running to her bike.

Her heart was thumping with uneasiness. Ever since that day she had come to see you at the hospital, those horrific images plagued her dreams. What disturbed her the most was the face of her beloved grandmother. She was the focus of that vision. Ever since then she hadn't been able to shake the feeling of familiarity. That room was alien and she felt like she could describe it in complete detail. Down to every crack and the pick the exact shad of paint in the room.

Rafayel had spoken of you fondly many times over the years. Rafayel held you in high regard and you were very important to him. So she took you as important to her as well. Rafayel was her good friend, her soul mate that she couldn't have this time.

"Please be alright." She said aloud as she sped through the empty streets, almost chasing the ambulance.

She managed to reach the hospital just as the paramedics were unloading you. They were shouting to the waiting nurses. Your pulse was still far to slow and they'd had to resuscitate twice. Things were not looking good.

As she rushed over, one of the nurses stopped her. "Sorry miss, only family can follow. Please head to reception waiting area." Unable to change the nurses mind, she headed to the waiting area and paced.

After three hours of mindless waiting, a nurse finally came to talk to her. "Are you here for this patient?" She asked, looking up from her tablet.

Before she could respond Rafayel came dashing into the room. Out of breath, clothes disheveled and hair messy. He managed to get your name out between huffs. "She's awake now, but very weak. Her heart is giving out." The nurse said solemnly. Her face and expression showed very clearly that she was sad.

"What about a transplant?" Rafayel asked immediately, but the nurse only shook her head. "She is far to weak, she wouldn't make it off the table and the patient has expressed her desire not to undergo any surgeries.

"You can go see her now." She gestured to follow and lead them both down the hall. Rafayel hesitated outside your room. Trying to prepare himself for what awaited him on the other side of that door. A pat on his shoulder and he took a deep breath and opened the door.

His eyes went to you immediately. The slow beeping of the heart monitor tracking your far too slow heart rate, the sound of the oxygen tank giving you clean air. All of it made the reality of the situation painfully real.

His eyes finally went to your face, skin was far to pale and your eyes were lack luster. Walking closer, he stood at your bedside and just watched you. He said nothing for what seemed like hours.

Finally you spoke "I don't want to be here anymore." You said, voice raspy and quiet. Rafayel felt his heart squeeze painfully, the words were daggers, aimed straight at him.

"Take me up to the roof, I want to watch the sunrise one more time." The nurse wanted to protest that staying right where you were was vest for you, but something about your expression had her quieting down.

"I really shouldn't do this, but under the circumstances I'll help you." She got to work unhookijg the heart monitor, all the wires and needles that you had been connected to. Rafayel slid his arm under your knees and around you back lifting you up easily. Your head leaned against his shoulder as he turned and walked out the door.

Having spent weeks in the hospital before he did not need directions to the roof. He took the elevator up to the top floor and then walked up the short flight of stairs leading to the roof access. Adjusting his grip on you he pushed the door open. The sky was just beginning to lighten. Already showing signs of the sun's ascent. He walked over the the center and then sat down. Carefully settling you in his lap.

Finally you spoke again. "When were you going to tell me about our fights?" You asked in a calm voice as you looked at the sky. Rafayel hesitated before speaking. "I wanted things to go back to the way they were before. I wanted my best friend back." You shook your head and glanced at him once.

"What about the fact that I'm just a substitute for her?" Rafayel was confused that you were bringing her up now. "What do you mean?" Your body tensed getting ready to fight and argue but looking at Rafayel's genuine confusion, you relax again.

"I mean that I remember things I can't possibly know. Things that you said happened with her in your first life. Like I experienced them myself. I finally understand why I'm so attached to you. Why I could never let you go." Tears roll down your face as you speak.

"I hope I am never born again. Let this be my last existence." Your words are painful to hear but he can think of no rebuttal. He just sits there holding you and watching the sky.

The mark over your heart starts glowing again as the sun peeks over the horizon. "I never want to see you again." You say weakly. Tears are slowly rolling down your face and your body is feeling heavy. Sleep is calling, the comforting blackness is slowly seeping into your mind. Your head lulls back as your eyes slid closed. Your heart beats once more and then stops.

The silence is deafening, and Rafayel watches as his mark lifts away from you and then fizzles out, flying off in an almost untraceable red trail.

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I know this is massively overdue. I had wanted to post this week's ago. I do apologize for the very belated update. I worked to pack it full of the angsty pain you guys crave.

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