They found this tree when they were just a child. They were alone in this whole world and just wanted a place to call home. They come here almost daily. To read and write and to do all the other bits of life. The tree had always been tall and big. When they were younger they could climb it and rest on one of it's branches to read. Now they sit on the ground, leaning against one of the two gravestones and rest in the trees shadow. Whenever they visited, they could feel a longing inside their chest. It was like they were missing something or someone that they couldn't quite remember. This feeling of missing always growing bigger with each visit. Until one day a boy sat under the tree sketching.
Remembering
When he saw them for the first time it was like a stone was lifted from his shoulders. It felt as if he could finally breath freely again. He didn't know what he felt in that moment but with time he began to realise what it was. Sitting with them under the tree, talking, reading and drawing together. A feeling of home flooded him and them as well. This time that the two of them spent together it felt like something he remembered. A memory deep within his soul. A memory of happiness and joy. He felt like remembering this time from a life before.
Once
Old they lay, their life a tale to tell, under the tree that was still so young. They planted it here many years ago after meeting for the first time and planed to make this their last resting place. The time had come for them to go into another beautiful story of their own. They both knew. And so he asked "Will you promise to remember me?" "I can only promise to miss you, my love." they replied. And they both did miss, each to their own.
A/N: This is my first time posting a fic on here and I’m just now deciding to take a stab at sharing them! I write a lot for the HP fandom and then also for the Marvel Fandom and Tom Holland, so be on the look out for fics later. Please like, comment, or reblog if you enjoy this fic so I can decide whether I want to post more of my work! Happy Reading <3
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Fred’s head had been in the clouds recently. He and George had been focusing so much on their booming business that he hadn’t focused on much else. That being said, his girlfriend was feeling a little left out.
“Fred, can’t we just hang out today? No business stuff?” Y/N asked with big, pleading eyes.
“Y/N/N, this is really important. Everyone is wanting our products and I can’t just leave George to send them out by himself. I’ve got to go!”
“Fred, can I talk to you for five minutes without your mind on business? Can you give me that time?” Y/N conceded.
“I can do 5 minutes,” Fred smirked. He reached out to pull her in, assuming they would spend that 5 minutes snogging. Y/N put a quick stop to it.
“No, Fred. I want to talk to you.”
“Oh, okay. I’m listening.”
“Are you though? You’re spaced out in every conversation we have. I tell you this almost every year. But, you don’t seem to hear all the words I say, let alone spend time with me and it makes me miss you even when I’m sitting next to you. You’ve been acting so easily distracted. I just wish you could focus. I love you, Fred and I’ll always support you, but it’s been a hard year already without you nowhere around.”
Fred watched her eyes, he wished he could say all the ways he did see her and notice her, but he didn’t know how. He knew having Umbridge around was not easy for anyone, but he hadn’t realized how tough it must’ve been on Y/N while he was trying to lift everyone else’s spirits with that toad around.
“That’s all I have to say. Go help George now.”
Y/N stood up and left Fred’s room. She probably was going to find her friends, Angelina and Alicia. It wasn’t until she shut the door that Fred spoke. “No, wait, don’t go!” She didn’t hear him though.
Fred dropped face down onto his bed. He must’ve been like that for too long because George burst into the room looking for him.
“Oi! Freddie! You were supposed to meet me at the Honeydukes passageway 15 minutes ago! I couldn’t sneak all that contraband in by myself!”
Fred just groaned in response.
“What’s up with you, mate?” George asked.
“Y/N was in here.”
“Don’t you, oh, I don’t know, like her? So her being in here is a good thing?”
“It is. I love her, you know that Georgie.”
“I do know that. I just like to think I’m the only one you love,” George snickered.
“Well, she feels as though I haven’t been paying attention to her. Which now that I think about it, I haven’t. But when I’m with her, there are just all these amazing little things about her.” Fred threw his hands over his face.
“There are little things about Y/N other than just her being Y/N?” George asked in a stupid sarcastic manner.
“Of course there are you, git!” Fred threw a pillow at George.
“Mhmmm, I’m not sure.” George rubbed his chin. “She’s been one of our best friends since childhood. I can’t look at her without thinking about her running around the Burrow with a gnome biting her finger.”
George’s memory made Fred laugh at the image now in his head.
“You’re blind then. Have you ever noticed how she brushes her hair out of her E/C eyes or the way she blushes when she drinks red wine. Then there’s the way that she smiles whenever she tries to bend the truth. That’s why we never let her make up the lies. She definitely doesn’t think I notice all of those muggle songs she sings underneath her breath and how she tears up whenever we all hide in the Astronomy Tower and watch the sunset. Of course there’s that super cute way at parties when she dances just like she’s the only one in the room. She doesn’t think I see all those beautiful things, but I do.”
“Why don’t you tell her that? Doesn’t seem that hard. It’s not like it’s when you were first trying to ask her out. You’ve already been dating for 3 years,” George pointed out.
“But I already blew her off today and told her I had to help you.”
“You idiot, go find her. I’ll get Lee to help me. He doesn’t have a girlfriend and obviously isn’t doing anything.”
“You sure? I told you I’d help you today,” Fred reminded him.
“Dude. I had to come find you after you left me hanging for 15 minutes. Go get your girl.”
Fred didn’t need anything else. He bolted from the room and out to find his girlfriend. Unfortunately, it was a nice spring day, so students were all over the castle, inside and outside. Fred checked the courtyard, the library, the Great Hall, near Hagrid’s hut, everywhere. Where the heck were they? Where was she?
“Angelina! That’s horrible!”
Fred’s head ripped around towards the sound of Y/N’s voice. Her laugh was so angelic as she giggled at whatever Angelina was doing. That’s when he saw her. Sitting beneath a tree near Black Lake with her two best friends. They had their books, but obviously weren’t studying. She was smart enough though, Fred thought, she didn’t really need to study.
“Fred?” Y/N questioned when she saw him.
He must’ve been standing and staring for a good minute before she noticed him and he started to move towards her.
“I thought you were busy with George today?” Y/N asked as Fred sat next to her.
“He decided he could handle it by himself. What’s going on here?”
As Angelina and Alicia filled Fred in on what they had been talking about, Fred pulled Y/N in next to him. He sat with the conversation and let the other two go on a tangent before whispering into Y/N’s ear.
“You know, babe. I don’t know why I forgot to mention to you, but at that party last night you were looking drop-dead.”
He saw a small flush of pink on her cheeks as she tried to seem still interested in the conversation.
Fred continued, “If I’m being honest, it wasn’t even a contest. You were the center of attention.”
“Don’t you think so too Y/N?” Alicia asked suddenly.
“What? Oh– oh yeah!” She had no idea what she was agreeing too.
“But you know, I’m such a jokester that if I had to say every time you looked amazing, you’d think I was joking.”
Alicia and Angelina both broke out laughing, so Y/N quickly joined in with a flush still across her cheeks at Fred’s words. Fred chuckled too, but not with Angelina and Alicia. He chuckled because Y/N was so cute.
The conversation picked up again and so did Fred’s whispers. “I brag about you when I’m not around you and you don’t even know it. Every time you catch me staring at you, I was probably just gushing about you, love. Honest.”
Y/N had felt herself getting more antsy the entire time. What could she even say back to this right now!
Angelina stopped Alicia in the middle of her sentence. She then looked over at the cozy Fred and Y/N.
“You seem quite uninterested in our conversation.”
“I’m sorry, Ang. I can pay attention.”
Angelina and Alicia looked at Y/N with knowing eyes. They knew how distracted Fred had been and how hurt Y/N had been by it.
“No, you two go spend some time together,” Alicia chuckled. “Ang and I are just enough company with each other. Go,” she pushed.
“Why thank you ladies!” Fred smirked as he stood up and offered his hand to Y/N so that she could stand up. Fred took her hand and pulled her away to a different end of Black Lake.
“Okay, sit here. I’m going to be right back!” Fred told her.
“What? You’re leaving me here? We just got away!” Y/N was surprised but still laughing. She always was when it came to Fred.
“Just trust me, okay?” Fred asked gently.
“Okay…But you better come back!”
“I will, love. I couldn’t just leave your beautiful self here!” He leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.
Fred rushed up to the castle and in through the doors of the Great Hall. He was on a mission for something spontaneous.
He made his way to the entrance of the kitchens and tickled the pear that opened the portrait.
“Hello Hogwarts elves! It’s your favorite Weasley!”
All of the little house elves rushed forward.
“Hello! Master Weasley! How can we help you! Can we get some food for you? What would you like?” The questions were being flown at him and the food was already being prepared.
“I could use some food, but not the usual for Georgie and I! I need a picnic basket and a romantic meal. I’m doing something romantic for my girlfriend and need the best!”
The elves all gave a little squeal of excitement and starting chattering. Dobby walked up to Fred and started speaking in his high voice.
“Mister Fred is a very sweet boyfriend for Miss Y/N. She’s a very nice girl Dobby thinks.”
“Thank you Dobby! She’s the best girl!” the red head grinned, throwing a wink at the elf.
“Here you go, Mister Weasley!” another elf piped up, handing a basket to Fred.
“Thank you very much, tiny elves! As always, it is much appreciated!” Fred waved as he rushed back to the portrait.
Emerging back onto the grounds, Fred looked to the spot where he left Y/N. She sat there, obviously in a day dream. She was sprawled out on the grass, looking at the sky and playing with a flower in her hand.
But, Fred’s footsteps must’ve made some noise because she sat up on her elbows as he made his way over to her.
“I was starting to think you’d left me out here to go help George or something,” she laughed.
He knew she was joking, but her words did feel like a stab for a moment. He forgot that she was feeling unattended to at the moment.
“I could never just leave you hanging like that. And I come bearing gifts!” He was pushing through. He was making this all up to her.
“Whatcha got there stud?” she giggled.
“I brought food. In a picnic basket!”
“All of this for me?” she threw up her hands in the air as Fred sat down next to her and pulled him close to peck his lips. “How sweet of you!”
“What can I say, the house elves really out did themselves this time! It’s a surprise opening!”
“They really love you down there,” Y/N chuckled as she opened the basket to pull out plates and forks. “They put everything in here!”
“You should have seen them when I told them it was for you. They got all excited and went right to work,” Fred laughed loudly as he pulled out and started to serve food. “I even watched one of my favorite elves put some red wine in there.”
The house elves really out did themselves this time. They put in a tart for dessert. The main meal was a pot pie with broccoli, rolls, and fruit.
“I’m so full that I could burst!” Y/N stretched out and laid on the grass. “Ohhh! Freddie! Look at the stars! They’re so beautiful!”
Fred smiled widely as he looked over at her before laying down beside her.
“I think I can find something more beautiful,” Fred egged.
Y/N turned to him, a grin large on her face. Her E/C eyes sparkled in the moonlight and Fred was so glad that George convinced him to play hooky today.
“You’re more beautiful than any stars,” Fred said softly.
“Oh shush. There are millions of stars up there and they’ve been burning for years!” Y/N explained.
“I don’t think I will ever understand why you know so much muggle science.”
“It’s interesting! That’s why!” Y/N playfully hit him as she turned on her side.
“Do you want any more wine, love?” Fred sat up, getting the bottle.
“Yes please! That house elf threw in my favorite,” Y/N smiled, handing him her glass. She really couldn’t stop smiling.
Fred poured a proper amount into the glass. Finally, he was doing what his mother had been teaching him all these years.
“Y/N/N?”
“Yes, Freddie?” Y/N giggled, taking a sip. He watched as her cheeks turned slightly pinker while she sipped.
“I’m sorry that I’ve not given you the proper attention for the last few months.”
“It’s okay. I overreacted. You are doing so well and I am so proud of you! You know that right, so proud. I still love all of this though,” she giggled as she motioned over to the leftovers of the picnic.
“You’re blushing,” Fred said softly. He didn’t mean to change the subject. He just couldn’t stop thinking about all those little things.
“Merlin! It’s this wine. It always does this to me!”
“Each time your H/C hair gets in your E/C eyes, you push it away in this very specific way. You blush every time you drink red wine, you blush. It doesn’t happen with white wine, just red wine. I’ve realized after all these years that you always smile when you try to bend the truth, so you never are the one who can cover for us during a prank. It doesn’t even matter if you were the mastermind. I’ve also noticed all the songs you sing underneath your breath and the fact that you still tear up at the sunset over Black Lake.”
“Freddie? Why are you saying all these things?”
“Wait, wait. My favorite is definitely how you always dance like you’re the only one in the room. We could have been studying, but if your favorite song comes on, you’re always up dancing. It doesn’t matter who else is there. It’s just you in your own little world. It’s perfect.”
Fred watched as Y/N’s eyes began to water, but she was still smiling and doing that lip biting thing that drove him crazy.
“I see all those things and I keep on falling for you every night, over and over again. It’s all my fault that I don’t remind you every day of your life. You’re perfect to me.”
“I love you, Fred.”
“I love you so, so much, Y/N. So much.” Fred felt the need to whisper so that his words were only for her.
Fred sat there, feeling content, Y/N’s hand in his own.
“I’m really happy right now,” Y/N said, breaking the silence.
“Let’s do something crazy,” Fred said suddenly.
“Crazy?”
“Out of this world. No one would see it coming, but it’s just right.”
“What are you talking about Fred? You’re talking nonsense,” Y/N laughed, sitting up to look at the boy straight on.
“We’re almost done at Hogwarts.”
“Yes? Good observation there!”
“We should get married,” Fred said bluntly.
“Married?! Fred, we’re so young. We haven’t even graduated yet!” Y/N blurted.
“We will be soon. George and I’s business is doing well. We have enough money to start a shop, I can get you a ring! We’ll do everything right!”
“That’s crazy!” Y/N couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking.
“That’s the point! It’s spontaneous. It’s what our whole relationship has been! It’s perfect!” Fred argued.
They weren’t fighting, but they weren’t having a calm conversation. Fred’s heart was pounding and Y/N’s head was spinning.
“Think about it. I could get you a ring. We can tell everyone over Easter Break. You’re still coming to my house for Easter Break right?”
“Fred. Slow down. Do you hear yourself? What would our parents say?”
“My mother would expect something like this of me. Plus, she loves you. Always says you are the best thing that could happen to me,” Fred shrugged. “I think it’s a great idea.”
“Of course you do, you’re the crazy one that is suggesting this. Do I have to remind you? We are seventeen?”
“I do know that. Look at you being the smart one. We are seventeen, which means we’re of age and old enough to apparate, so in my opinion, that means we’re old enough to get married! We’re adults,” Fred didn’t even stop to think.
As crazy as this was, Fred knew that it was what he wanted. It’s what he’s wanted for a long time even if he didn’t know it until he said it.
“Obviously if you don’t want to do it, but I will still be buying a ring. I do have the money for it.”
Fred watched Y/N’s thinking face form. Her brow creased, her lips were puckered, and her nose was scrunched. It was precious. It only appeared when she was making important decisions. Her studying face was different.
“Okay,” Y/N said finally.
“What?’ Fred wasn’t sure if he heard his ears correctly.
“I said okay. Let’s do it. Let’s be crazy. We already are pretty crazy, but let’s top every other bit of crazy.”
“Really?” Fred still wasn’t sure. She didn’t normally go along with his wilder ideas.
“Do you want me to change my mind?” Y/N chuckled.
“No! Not at all. We’re getting married. We’re getting…married.” Fred was repeating.
“You still have to ask me when you get a ring though.”
“Of course I will! I would propose to you a million times.” Fred jumped up to one knee.
“You don’t need to propose now, love. Let’s wait until you have that ring you keep talking about,” she winked.
“I love you,” Fred breathed out.
“I love you too, Freddie. We’re going to be crazy together!” Y/N squealed.
Fred couldn’t stop smiling. He picked Y/N up off the grass and brought her into his arms.
“You’re a goon, you know that?” Y/N whispered.
“I’m your goon though!” He laughed as he placed his lips on her. It was pure bliss.
“We’re getting married,” Y/N spoke when she pulled away.
“We’re getting married.” Fred agreed.
“One condition. Don’t tell anyone until we get truly engaged. Not even George. Can you do that?”
“It’s our secret!” Fred crossed his heart to show his promise.
Three months had passed and Fred was packing his bags for the Burrow. All the Weasleys were going to be there in addition to Harry and Hermione, and of course, Y/N.
He had ordered Y/N’s ring through owl service a month earlier. He was all secret about getting the catalogue and ordering it. He wanted it to be a surprise. She only wore it sometimes because they hadn’t told too many people. They wanted the families to know first.
George did know however. Fred spilled it nearly 3 days after the couple had decided. When Fred broke the news to Y/N that George knew, George had already made enough hints that Y/N knew that George knew. She figured he would be the first to find out.
“Hey love, you almost ready?” Y/N bounded into the boys’ room without knocking. It had become a habit of hers. She was not afraid of seeing anything.
“I am. Just a few more things for the week.”
“Go get them and I’ll finish with your bag!” Y/N moved over to the bed and picked up Fred’s clothes to place in the bag.
“That’s a shiny rock you got there,” Fred smirked when he caught a look at her finger.
“Isn’t it pretty?” Y/N beamed. She was so excited about this even though she was so unsure when he had first asked.
“I think your fiancé has pretty good taste if I do say so myself…”
Y/N rolled her eyes at the comment before responding with a sarcastic one of her own. “I think so, but I’m not sure if he picked it out or if his brother did,” she winked.
Fred was soon packed and the group piled as many people as possible into a train car. Y/N put her ring away again, but it was nearby for their arrival.
When the whole crew arrived at the Burrow, everyone rushed inside. Mrs. Weasley was so excited to have everyone home. She hated having the empty house. Even Charlie and Bill made their way there. Percy didn’t, but that was something the family didn’t talk about.
Y/N and Fred stood outside the door. Fred took Y/N’s hand into his own and squeezed it lightly. “Are you ready for this, love?”
“I’m more excited to be your wife eventually, but telling the family is a close second.” Y/N took her hand back from Fred’s for just a moment to pull the engagement ring out of her pocket and slip it onto her finger. Fred took her left hand back the moment she was done.
“What is taking you two so long?” Ron called, coming up to the door. “Mum refuses to serve dinner until everyone is at the table and I’m starving!”
“Ready?” Fred asked.
“As I’ll ever be!” Y/N beamed.
The moment they walked in the door, Mrs. Weasley was on the couple.
“Ohhh! Y/N! I’m so happy you’re here! You do not visit us enough!” Mrs. Weasley wrapped the girl in a big hug.
“It’s not like I’m your son and am coming home for the first time in months too.” Fred rolled his eyes.
“Of course I’m happy to see you too, Fred, but you keep this girl too far from us. We must see her more often.”
“Mum, you have other guests too, not just Y/N.”
“Oh, pish posh. Now, come in your two! Dinner is ready.”
Fred pulled out the chair for Y/N so she could sit next to him. He was truly surprised that no one had noticed the ring yet.
“Now, everyone fill me in on the last few months,” Mr. Weasley stated as everyone began putting food on their plates.
“School is boring. Umbridge is a toad. Nothing totally new.” Ron droned as Harry nodded in agreement.
“Oi, I think Fred and Y/N should go next,” George piped up when Ginny opened her mouth to speak. She immediately shut it.
“What has been new with the two of you?” Mrs. Weasley asked, extremely interested. She was finally sitting down with the rest of them.
“Well, we sort of have an announcement,” Y/N started, glaring at George for bringing it up already. “Fred? Do you want to finish?” Y/N pleaded. She had no idea what she wanted to say and Fred could tell. He didn’t quite know what he was going to say, but he would figure it out.
“We do. Thank you Georgie for that grand introduction. If everyone would just let me finish and not interrupt, this will go smoothly.”
Fred looked around to make sure that everyone nodded in agreement.
“A few months ago, we decided to do something crazy. It was my idea, the craziest ones usually are, but I decided to marry Y/N and she concurred!”
Y/N bashfully smiled as she lifted her left hand to show off the ring. There were quiet gasps mixed in with the overwhelming silence. Y/N broke the silence effectively.
“We know we’re young. At least I know we’re young,” she giggled, “but, we don’t have to get married now or anytime soon–”
“Hopefully sooner than later,” Fred interrupted.
“Frrred,” Y/N emphasized, “just thought this was a good idea and I’m apparently crazy enough to happily go along with it!”
“It’s a great idea!” Fred broke in. “What does everyone think?” he asked.
“You mean that you two are engaged?” Ron’s mouth was hung open.
“You’ve been engaged for over a month?” Charlie followed.
“How didn’t we know?!” Ginny squealed. At least she was smiling.
“You’re still in school though. Where will you live?” Hermione piped up. She seemed concerned.
“You mean…” Mrs. Weasley began. She was silent for a moment before she continued. Fred felt Y/N grab his hand quickly. She squeezed so hard that he knew she was nervous.
“Mum? Could you finish that thought?” Fred asked.
“Oh, sorry! You mean that Y/N is going to be my daughter? Oh! This is so fantastic!” she yelled. The blur that was Molly Weasley was out of her seat and descending on the couple quicker than anyone else could move.
“It’s good to see who Mum’s favorite child is, even though she didn’t even give birth to Y/N,” George mumbled. Everyone laughed and followed Molly in congratulating the couple.
Easter Break was going to be a great one. Fred could now tell the world he was engaged to the most perfect girl in the world. He got excited when Arthur pulled out the red wine. He’d just to see that cute way that Y/N blushed when she drank it. He noticed it. And now that they were going to get married, he would get to notice even more little things about her.
Looking around at his family and the girl he loved, this moment would be ingrained in his mind forever. It was perfect. He glanced over at her hugging each person in the room and caught her eye. When she smiled, her E/C eyes twinkled. Fred melted inside. That was one more thing to add to the list of the little things about her. Her in all her perfection.
Fic Update - Quentin Coldwater & the Universal Truth - Chapter 11: The Confession (Part I)
Posted up the next chapter a day early! Next update planned for Tuesday, Sept 8. It’s one of the chapters I was most looking forward to writing. I hope you enjoy!
He wrapped his arms around himself, shivering as the rage inside him gave way to sadness and disappointment. Even as the icy wind cut through him, his face felt warm as snowflakes settled in his hair, melted on his cheeks. Was anything he’d had with Eliot real? Was Quentin just part of some game he was playing? Was he mad at how Eliot had treated Alice, or at himself, for actually believing that someone like Eliot would ever truly want someone like him? He was a fool. Stupid, stupid, stupid .
He heard shuffling behind him, and then a soft voice.
“Q?”
Quentin’s eyes closed, and he tried to swallow down the tears trying to crawl up his throat. Of course, he knew that voice. It had whispered that same nickname to him on this very spot, hardly a day ago. He slowly turned around and faced Eliot.
He had changed since dinner, Quentin saw. He had a tight, muted dark green button down shirt under his robe - the color very nearly matched the dark green sweater Quentin was currently wearing. His curls were tamed, a little less wild than usual but still perfectly framing his roguish face. His hazel eyes were bright and eager, even as they were currently dimmed with confusion. His tie was perfectly cinched, also dark green, matching his shirt so closely it all blended together. But as Quentin peered closer, he could see little golden emblems embroidered on the fabric. From the first day he had set eyes on Eliot, he had taken Quentin’s breath away, and tonight was no exception - he looked so beautiful, almost like something Quentin would see only in a fever dream - and completely untouchable. Quentin’s breath pushed out in a huff as he shook his head once, looking to the ground.
This is my first Thomas Sanders fanfic! I hope you like it.
The triggers mentioned will try to cover the entire story, but please tell me if I need to add to it.
Triggers: panic or panic attacks, self deprecation, anxiety, lies, trickery, injury or blood, yelling, Deceit.
Patton whistled to himself as he stirred the sauce in the pot on the stove. The smell wafted through the house as he turned off the heat. He walked over to the stairs, resting his arms on the rail. “Dinner’s ready kiddo’s!” he called up the stairwell. He received responses in varying degrees of excitement, smiling as he returned to the kitchen. He looked into the living room of the Commons, where everyone usually relaxed together. It would be a nice dinner to get things off of their minds. They were all stressing about the newest Sander’s Sides video, and needed a break. He closed his eyes for a moment, when he was disturbed by a sudden bright light. He looked into the living room again, seeing a bright light appear on the ceiling.
Then he heard screaming.
It was distant at first, but then it drew nearer. With a sudden clang, a body landed on he floor, groaning a bit. Patton looked from the living room, to the pot on the stove. “Well, I hope I made enough pasta.”
Soon enough, Roman, Logan, and Virgil came rushing down the stairs, “What the hell was that?!” Virgil exclaimed.
Logan walked over to the living room, then took a step back in surprise. “T-Thomas?! What are you doing here?”
Thomas sat up, holding his head. He looked around, then sucked in a breath as he saw Logan standing in front of him. “Logan?!” He bolted up, whirling around. They were all there. “Patton, Roman, Virgil, Logan! You’re…you’re all here?!”
They all shared the same dumbfounded expression. Finally, Patton broke the confused silence. “Well, why don’t we talk about this over a nice bowl of pasta?” He asked with a worried smile. He looked around the room, gesturing to the table.
Roman cleared his throat, “That’s….That’s a fabulous suggestion Patton.”
Thomas looked around at what appeared to be his own home, though there were some differences. In the picture frames on the walls, there were new pictures. Instead of Thomas and his friends, they were filled with lovely photos of the sides. Virgil hugging a giggling Patton. Roman surprising an irritated Logan. They were a little family in this house in Thomas’ closet. He looked at Virgil, who hadn’t moved. “You alright there Virgil?”
The side blink, ripped from this thoughts by the sound of his name. “Y-Yeah…I just…um…” he cleared his throat. “This is a bit…off-putting, to put it lightly.”
Thomas nodded, “I know, but we’ll figure it out.” He said with a nervous grin, walking to the table.
Virgil sigh, looking at the carpeted floor, “That’s what I’m afraid of.” He whispered.
