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'It's nice outside, for once' he thought. Dark eyes peer through a dusty window, as they did most days, taking in the landscape of a million small apartment buildings and cluttered, dirty streets with just as many people stuffed into dark alleys and tiny streets. He noticed how the tops of roofs were sprinkled with raindrops and how the sun shone brightly in the sky, twinkling in the aftermath of an earlier sun shower. Further in the distance Nicolas noticed a rainbow sparkling over the police station. "It's never like this' he muses. 'Something shitty always happens when it rains' Clomp, clomp, clomp. Nicolas feels the vibration of his

Rain. It reminds you of his quiet but undeniable presence. That small body you could carry effortlessly on your shoulders. Those teardrops from the sky poured down in a rhythm that sounded a lot like his sewn together heart, one you could feel softly beating against your back even now. A beat that resounded within the folds of your soul and made your sturdy knees quake under the innocence he held, despite the blood on his hands. “We'll get you some medicine soon, Nico. Just hold out a bit longer...” he couldn't hear you, you knew that. It was reassurance for yourself. Reassurance that this was normal. He wouldn't die this time.

[Listen to this along with the fic, or even after (I find it hard to read and listen to songs with words in them at the same time) but anyhow https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_SoWPGzeN30] It seemed like just yesterday, didn't it? The three of you were sitting, eating lunch. That idle talk still rang in the corners of your mind, like a gentle dream. Their voices were like a muffled hum; a sound so soft you have to strain to hear it. You wanted that conversation to ring loudly in your ears, as if you were still there. Still there, rather than here. Laying in each others tight embrace, curled up under one thin blanket in a small bed, but the

Trigger Warning: light hints of implied rape (not with Theo though, just to be clear.) "Shit...." Fingers softly played along indents in the wrist, caressing over bite marks in a futile effort to soothe the throbbing pain. Each time your fingers glided over the wound, still hot and sore, you sucked in a breath - expecting the pain but almost unexpected all the same. It seemed like each time hurt worse than the last and you had to wonder why you kept doing it, kept poking and prodding at the wound. Maybe it was because you couldn't believe she had done it again. The sheer oddity of why you were still fucking here, taking care of her and he

[Give this a listen while you read: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-S1tRkDaZA4] Alex noticed it early on. The way those boys seemed to almost bend to you. It was never a case of you taking advantage of them but in instances where they might have just waved off any one else, you were a priority. Having a cup of coffee ready in the morning before you'd even woke. The way they seemed to take turns escorting you home from work; even as you complained you could do it yourself. Though when did that ever stop the boys from doing as they pleased? Alex found it almost amusing though. You couldn't walk yourself home but they would readily divulge

 Tap. Tap. You could just barely make out the soft feeling of his fingertips tapping on your shoulder. This would be the second time tonight that you had woken up from a rather deep, comfortable slumber; so needless to say your heavy, hazy mind wasn't too keen on actually accepting you were awake. Tap. Tap. "Yes Nicolas....?" you groan, conceding to slowly open your groggy eyes. Gradually you're able to blink out the fuzzy bits of your vision, eventually taking in Nicolas' face only a few inches from yours. Your previous drowsiness is replaced with a rather full, anxious feeling as you're able to finally process just how he was looking