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Chapter TWENTY THREE-->PART ONE

Yaayyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MINI CLIMAX

But only PART ONE

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAA

i'm going to attempt to make this fluffy but it's hard for me because i'm much better at sinking ships than i am at building them up

so yeah

ENJOY THE ATTEMPTED FLUFF

Nico

The window was open, allowing freezing air to breeze into the cold dark room threw the square holes of the safety net.

I lay upon the thick black comforter, limbs spread, still clothed in the pajamas I slept in. My palms lay flat against the cool fabric strewn as far away from me as my arms would allow. The wind pulls at my shirt and makes my skin cold.

I stay still. Moving not a muscle and just staring at the black ceiling of my room. Thinking.

Alone for Christmas, again. They’re never home. Do I even want them here? Do they even know we exist?

Hazel was still asleep in her room down the hall, I had checked on her to make sure she was ok. Her sheets were tossed around her small body in a sloppy cocoon. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, curled up like a baby kitten. I couldn’t help myself but to pet her unruly curly hair before retreating back to my room.

Now I wish I had woken her up because the house was nothing but a silence so loud it made my ears ring.

I turn my head. The first movement I’ve made since I’ve lie down. I look out the open window and I could see outside. In front of my house, the street, the corner. I could imagine myself running down the side walk, to Jason. But the image changed. I saw myself running, chasing a little girl, long braid thick dark brown hair flying behind her loosely and bouncing off her back. The image changed again, the girl was gone but I was still running. I ran straight past the willow tree, barely casting a glance at the swaying branches. All the leaves were gone leaving spindly whips swinging. Snow was on the ground.

The image changed again, the girl was there again. She laughed making a turn and running behind the swaying leaves of the willow. The tree was fully bloomed and heat burned into the back of my neck. I followed the girl through the curtain of leaves, they whip at my cheeks and arms but the tingling only fills my chest with a feeling of familiarity. Then the image switches, I’m scaling the ice covered stairs to the big mahogany door. I raise my hand to the door and knock. It swings open almost immediately. I’m met with stunning baby blue eyes.

Jason smiles, my chest fills with a warm, ticklish feeling. He reaches out and caresses my cheek. I lean into his touch. Then I’m back at the willow tree chasing the girl with the loose braid and a green beanie on her head.  

“Come and catch me!” the girl giggled, the familiar laugh I always loved and cherished. I threw myself at her my arms wrapping around her waist.

“I got you Bianca!”

My eyes fly open and I shoot up into a sitting position. I pant out heavy breathes of air. My eyes sting and tears cover my cheeks. Suddenly the cold was unwelcomed though it usually was and I begin to shivers, so hard my bones begin to ache. I pull my knees up under my chin with my thighs pressing against my chest. I wrap my bare arms around my legs having them cross at my shins. I clamp my hands and to fists and pull my legs hard against my bruised chest. It hurt; a dull pain at first then slowly the pain became sharper. I continue to squeeze my body in on itself until every bone and muscle and bone in my body hurt. I bury my face in my knees, tears still streaming down my face.