"In a world far beyond the reach of mere mortals ... in a parallel reality ... one that is parallel to the one that's parallel to the one that is parallel to planet -"
"Boo!"
"Ouch!"
A brown skinned boy whose hair was a weird but beautiful mixture of black and green exclaimed in shock as he fell over, evacuating the bench he sat on, only for another, a girl to take it over.
"Haha"
The girl laughed hard, pointing in Graham's direction, watching him dust his small body off the green grass.
"Jesus, Tiff."
"I was just starting my dream novel!" Graham complained.
"Since when did you become a story teller, Gray?" Tiffany asked, as she tilted her small head in a rather cute way.
"Well ... uh ... ," Graham fumbled a bit with his words before finally saying, "I'm not one yet, but I aspire to be one."
"Mhmmhm." Tiffany nodded her little head before going ahead to ask another question, "And what genre do you plan on writing on?"
"I'm not sure you want to know, Tiff ... its a bit ... too unique." Graham replied dismissively.
"Oh, come on! Stop being such a bore ... besides, if it were me, I'd have answered right away" Tiffany complained.
"Sigh"
Graham let out a tired sigh as he shook his head at Tiffany's attempt to play him through sentiments (which was kinda weird for a young kid his age).
He was merely seven.
Seeing that her attempts were proving futile, Tiffany decided to resort to something a little bit more drastic.
She began tugging at her own hair, her beautiful long blonde hair.
She dragged, and dragged and cried like she was in pain (which she was), making Graham wonder why she was even doing such in the first place.
Afraid that she'd completely pull off her own hair from her scalp, Graham finally gave in.
"Alright ... If you must know, it's called the: 'FRACCTURREIRORFI' ... told you it was unique." Graham answered.
Tiffany's fair face contorted in confusion, "What's 'FRACCTURREIRORFI'???"
A small smirk appeared on Graham's face as he began to explain in detail,
"It's an abbreviation for 'FanRomanActionTureComTuralReiRor-Fi', which is a genre derived by me through a mixture of 9 pre-existing genres which are;
' fantasy, romance, action, adventure, comedy, supernatural, reincarnation, horror and sci-fi'."
Blinking a few times, Tiffany just stood there, staring at Graham with a completely blank expression.
"Oh"
...
{Seven years later}
...
"1... 2...3...!"
"Happy birthdayyy!!!"
The happy screams and shouts of children within the age bracket of 12 to 14 reverberated through out a large hall room.
A large cake was at the centre and a stunning female figure with bright blonde hair stood by it.
This was none other than Tiffany, who was turning 13 today, and by her side was a handsome 14 year old boy, a head taller than her.
The green and black strands of his hair were tangled furiously into a shaggy afro.
His green eyes looked lovingly into the blonde eyes of his best friend, Tiffany.
"Happy birthday, Tiffany. You've finally become a full on teenager." Graham teased as he wished Tiffany.
Beaming a bright smile at Graham, Tiffany teased back, "Yes, Yes, happy birthday to you too, we're one step closer to getting married."
"Yeah-"
Graham was about to respond when the last word of that statement echoed in his head.
'Married'
'Married'
'Married'
His green eyes widened to their limit as he glared at Tiffany, his brown face turning pink- ish as he exclaimed.
"Whhhhaaaaattt?!"
...
{Seven years later}
...
Opening the main door to his house, a young man with green facial features, not exuding a very impressive green beard, stepped in.
"I'm home!"
Graham called to his wife as he always did as he dropped his keys on the counter and walked towards the living toom, expecting to see Tiffany's bright and welcoming smile.
But there was only still silence.
"Tiff?"
He tried again, a little louder this time. "Tiff Baby, where are you are?"
"Are you okay?"
Still, there was no response.
'Is she still sleeping?' Graham thought to himself, 'I know the doctor said she'd feel easily tired due to the baby we're expecting but I better confirm.'
Making his way to the room he shared with his wife, Tiffany, Graham titled the silver door knob and pushed the door open.
Immediately, his heart sank.
Tiffany was lying partially on the cold silver tiles, her pregnant body motionless.
The blood marks and trail would suggest she had slipped from the large bed exquisitely designed with green finishings, and unto the ground.
Graham's eyes widened in horror as he took in the scene before him.
Tiffany's beautiful blonde hair was matted with blood, and her fair skin was pale and clammy.
Graham's eyes fell upon her bulged tummy, and he felt a wave of grief wash over him.
Their unborn child... their future... it was all being torn away from him.
Graham's legs gave out beneath him, and he collapsed onto the ground beneath him, just beside Tiffany.
He gathered her lifeless body into his arms, holding her close as tears streamed down his face.
The matching silver rings on their ring fingers seemed to mock him now, a cruel reminder of the life they had built together – a life that was now shattered.
Shattered forever.
Graham stayed there motionless for one hour!
Graham stayed there motionless for two hours!
Graham stayed there motionless for three hours!
... Ten hours!
... Fourteen hours!
"Hey, HEy, HEY!!! Are you just going going sit there all day long?!
Pretend like the end of the world has come and there's nothing else you can do?
Like What The Fuck happened to the thing they call REVENGE???"
Graham heard voices in his head, they all sounded like his own voice, maybe his mind was playing tricks on him?
Anyway, he couldn't care less.
Tiffany meant everything to him, she was his happiness, his entire world revolved around her.
And that kid they were about to welcome into the family ... Graham could not control his emotion when thinking about these things.
So he just let his watery dam of an eye spill over.
'Sob'
'Sob'
'Sob'
"Mother - Fucker." The voice in Graham's head cursed in slow motion.