Seeing Things Through Your Eyes
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--Marco swallowed as he stood in front of the two large graves. How he had ended here; he had no idea. One minute he was in his room, the next he was here on some island.
Was this one of his nightmares? It had to be, because the names that were engraved in those stone memorials couldn’t be true. Yet, it didn’t stop the way his throat constricted on itself. It felt like the air was mocking him, making it hard for him to breath.
The items that were decorated on the graves made the pain swell even more in his chest. Was this his fears brought into one of his nightmares? It wouldn’t be something foreign if it was that. He had woken up covered in cold sweat too many times to count. But this, this was something else. It was so.. real.
Sky blue orbs closed as he felt a familiar presence. Any other time it would have brought a smile to the pale lips. Just not now.
“This is a nightmare, right....?” In truth, Marco couldn’t accept this, he wasn’t even trying to look for another answer, because he wanted no other answer as immature as that sounded. Was he really immature for not wanting to accept anything else? No one else would in his shoes; would they?