Fractured | Ninjago AU (EXAMS RIGHT NOW THEN ILL UPDATE)

~ Part 17 ~ | Waving Goodbye

~ Part 17 ~ | Waving Goodbye

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** Slipping Through My Fingers (ABBA) **

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"Slipping through my fingers all the time
I try to capture every minute
The feeling in it
Slipping through my fingers all the time
Do I really see what's in her mind?
Each time I think I'm close to knowing
She keeps on growing
Slipping through my fingers all the time."

~ ABBA

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This chapter is dedicated to my best friend Dee for being dead tired and then suddenly super hyper so I started writing a whole new chapter at midnight. 😂

(comment or PM if you'd like a shoutout!)

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WARNING: some serious discussions about morals when protesting, leading to very mild self harm. The character self harming wasn't doing it as a coping mechanism but rather to prove a point.

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"Why do you go to all those protests?"

There was a chuckle as warm brown eyes looked over to the figure that had appeared beside him. He wasn't at all phased by the scrunched brow, narrowed stare, and pouty scowl. He'd come to recognize it as the child's usual expression. This time though, the kid had a spark of curiosity so familiar it excited him.

"I want to make a difference in the world." The man answered honestly.

The child tilted his head, the intense gaze never leaving. "A difference?"

"Yes," The man smiled. "Sometimes there are rules I make that you disagree with, right? Like bedtime. It's the same here. There are rules in the world that I disagree with. The protests are how I, and many people, try and change those rules. Like when you find reasons to make your bedtime later."

The child scrunched his nose for a moment as he thought. The man could practically see the wheels turning in his head. He couldn't hide his smile when the boy finally worked it out and gave a little huff. The sharp exhale made the long dark hair in front of his eyes flutter.

"I want to make a difference too." The little boy spoke carefully with the same amount of firmness as someone three times his age.

The man laughed. A fondness bloomed in him. It was greater than anything he's ever felt before. He saw himself in this child. The same drive, the same ambition, the same burning urge to make his mark. It was like looking in a mirror.

"I think you'll do great things, Morro." The man said, his tone filled with pride and confidence.

Brilliant green eyes looked towards him. The glint was dangerous but that's what made it all the more thrilling.

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"I don't..." Cole ran his finger along the painting, feeling out the ridges of each brush stroke. "Who is this?"