It's been an hour since Soren passed out. Cyrus still couldn't move. He couldn't sleep either. His eyes kept tearing up. He wants to yell at Soren for being stupid and for him to wake up. But no words will come out of his mouth. He really is a prisoner in his own body. It's torturous. He was sleepy but he wants to see Soren awake again before he does sleep.
He fears that if he falls asleep he would never wake up to see Soren's stupidly perfect face. He is not ready to admit the worst. He just wants Soren to wake up. Cyrus had seen Soren change. His hair had grown longer, irises turned black with longer lashes and the tips of his fingers darkened a bit. Soren's appearance had changed but Cyrus could care less about that. All he wants is that Soren will be fine. He wants Soren to wake up.
But sleep crept into his eyes, he hasn't even yet told Soren how he really feels about him. He can't stay awake for long. A darkness, so cruel and twisted, overtook him. He couldn't see Soren's face anymore. Oh how wish he could touch and caress Soren's features. The last of Cyrus's tears slipped through his eyes as the same cold darkness claimed him.
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Fallon rushed towards the kitchen. Fire had made everything darkened. He breathed heavily after finally extinguishing the flames. His hands and clothes were both covered in soot. He glared at the white-haired twins.
"You little-" Fallon almost cursed.
Ray and Jay nonchalantly looked away. The burning smell Fallon's nose had the unfortunate luck of inhaling is the twins trying to mess around the kitchen and almost causing a fire.
"We were trying to cook." Ray said defensively.
"Yeah, we were." Jay added after his brother.
Fallon sighed. Letting his anger slide. He gritted his teeth. "Or prank some poor unfortunate soul who would have the cooking duty tomorrow."
The twins giggled.
"This is not funny, you two." Fallon scolded as he sat down on a bench, a sigh escaped his lips, "You two could have lit up the entire orphanage in flames."
"Big bro Fallon?" Ray called softly.
"Are you two even listening-"
"There's someone outside the orphanage." Jay looked out the window.
"What?!" Fallon stood up, walked over and looked out of the window himself.
Surely there is a figure. It was dark at night so the figure looked like a silhouette of sorts. It was creeping closer.
"Fuck…" Fallon cursed under his breath, "you two go back to your room and lock the door, don't come out unless I say so!" His voice carried no room for argument.
"But-" Ray tried to ask.
"No buts," Fallon said, "go!"
The twins couldn't argue more. They scrambled to their rooms. Fallon watched them scurried away then he looked back at the silhouette. It was closer now. It was walking slowly as if to mock him.
Fallon knows it's stupid. He had learned against to confront threats directly. That's what Soren and Cyrus used to teach him that confronting them directly could get himself hurt. But there are more kids in this orphanage. If he doesn't go. The other kids could be hurt.
Fallon takes a nearby stick and runs outside with a sense of agency. Even if something happens to him. And when Cyrus returns. He would be honoured to die like that. He went in front of the threat. In a defensive position he held the stick.
"Hey!" He called out, "I don't know who you are?! But I can't let you in!"
The figure didn't answer, it just stepped closer. It seemed to be holding something or someone so gently like the thing in its arms would break.
"Hey-" fear gripped Fallon. He stepped back, "stay ba-"
"It's me." the figure said. The voice was familiar.
It stepped closer. It was holding a blonde boy in its arms. It's Cyrus. The figure stepped even closer.
Fallon recognised the figure now. But there was something different about the older brother he knew. But it doesn't stop him from smiling.
"Big bro Soren?" Fallon's voice was nothing more than a whisper as Soren replied in that same soft voice.
"Yes," Soren replied softly, "it's me."