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Broken wings create stories through the rising waters
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He never imagined even a second that this would happen. Everyone is on the building near the grave. The Sagremour family is giving everyone food to eat as a thank-you for coming thing.
Ansell keeps staring at his name Blake Sagremour carved on the stone. He's already buried, like 20 minutes ago. The rain doesn't stop, all of his body is wet… but, he never cared. He just feels numb. It… should've been me… He thinks, still trying to hold back his tears. He never thought that Blake will die before him. He's flashbacking all the memories they had together. The happy times, showing that Blake doesn't deserve to die.
Flashback,
"coach is late... This is boring~" Blake said to Ansell, without bothering wether he's his friend or not. It was their first time on a basketball course.
"I know..." Ansell responded without even wondering why this stranger talked to him...
"Wait... Is that the seniors?!" Blake pointed towards a group of high schoolers, spinning a basketball. Ansell looked. Their eyes sparkled as they imagine beeing one themselves. That's the moment when Ansell got interested to Basketball, also... Met Blake.
They never shaked hands and told each other their names, the way they knew was by coach, calling each names for absent... but, they talk to one another like they're friends for life.
As years go by, Blake became his brother... And Blake just changed him, he became more cold tempered and created less fights... In short, a better version of himself. Ansell found something he longed for (that Nanny couldn't give him anymore), in Blake, that is...family. They visited each other's house almost every day... They argue on the most unimportant things almost everyday...
"Defend me! You idiot!" Blake said, glaring at Ansell. His character got killed... On the first 3 minutes of game. He used a marksman and Ansell was a fighter, but was nowhere to found.
"I told you to retreat!" Ansell said. "We can't beat them, it's 4 vs 2!"
"How can I escape?! You should help me!" Ansell just ran away, not helping at all.
"I can't! I'll die too."
"Your second skill is a stun skill you idiot! See? I told you… check the skills first...or at least, try it! Use it!" Blake was frustrated. Ansell always did these things over and over... Never learned mistakes.
"Oh..." Ansell rubbed his hair. "By the way, chips, please?"
"Umm... I kinda ate em all..." Blake smiled sourly.
"What the f*ck?! That's my last stock!"
"well, you can still buy, you're not a bear who's hibernating… supermarket after this!"
They had lots of gold moments together worth remembered for lifetime…
End of flashback,
He's holding his tears. He stops remembering those memories, cause every moment is just like another stab. He's the only family he had besides his nanny who died… long time ago. It feels like déjà vu. "Ansell, stand up… You'll catch a cold…" He recognizes this voice, it's Blake's mother. He looks up towards Mrs. Sagremour who's sheltering Ansell with another umbrella. Everyone just left except him… and Sammy.
This is too fast… Someone like him doesn't deserve to die… "I'm sorry, Mrs. Sagremour," He says. He should've been the one who died… he's more worthy to die.
"It's not your fault, it's okay," Mrs. Sagremour, Julianne, says. She treats Ansell like her own child already… And she knows and understands the story… that Ansell is not the one to blame, nobody is.
-end of phase one-
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I could lie and say
i like it like that, like it like that
-when the party's over, Billie Eilish-
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