they stood along the lines of the waters, feeling the windʼs gentle breeze kiss the pales of their skins, yet now they were feeling light and sad along with the wind whispers of "youʼre going to be okay."
• - 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗪𝗘𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗨�...
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EYES FLUTTERING OPEN, a ceiling of white appeared above along with chandelier lights lined above him. The male sighed, pulling his arms from his sides, the tips of his nails digging down the comforts of his bed. “Oh...” he uttered, blue eyes on the bare sight above.
The boy studied his hand. He already knew that the room he lay unbothered on was not that belonging to the second floor, and the bed at his comfort was his pastʼs — one only to be found at his familyʼs manor. On his side was a servant who stood: light hazel curls, and soft chestnut eyes. Crynn?
“Had my wish altered the timeline?” he asked quiescently into a mumble.
“Ah! Young master Aguero, I apologise for not paying attention, but whatexactly had altered the timeline?”
