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Chapter 3: Dark Water

Bullet holes riddle the walls, even they are covered of them. In the kitchen, the table lies overturned and so are the chairs, evidence of a sudden struggle. The mother’s lifeless body rests on the floor, her chest and head bearing fatal gunshot wounds and struck down in the middle of dinner. It was supposed to be a calm one, but then a bullet stroke right to her chest through the window, shattered the glass as they are on the floor, then shot her head next.

Halia’s father dives behind the couch for cover, returning fire as chaos erupts around them. “Halia, GO!” her father yells, gun in hand, as masked men burst in, bullets ripping through the air.

Halia crouched behind the wall, hands clamped over her ears as gunfire shattered the air, the deafening cracks leaving her ears ringing.

"RUUUNN!!" her father screamed, a desperate, blood-choked cry that tore from his throat.

A split second later, a bullet struck him in the head. His body collapsed to the cold floor, lifeless, his final plea echoing in her mind.

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Sigma’s eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly, heart pounding in her chest. She looked around. She is in a tent, lying on a cot. Right… She told the others she needed to rest before the mission to find the missiles.

The nightmare… it was just a dream.

She exhaled shakily and ran her fingers through her raven hair. “Not again...” she muttered under her breath.

These dreams had haunted her for months. She forgot about her past what it looked like. Joined the Air Force, she didn’t had it, why now? Even after all these years since her parents were killed, they kept coming back. The same questions echoed in her mind: Who were those masked people? Were they part of some secret organization?

Her aunt had taken her in after it happened. The police had tried to find more information, but after months of searching, they found nothing. No names. No leads. Eventually, leaving no choice, they had drop the investigation down to the hole, leaving nothing but unanswered questions.

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Also, Tumblr wouldn’t let me comment on posts or receive asks either (??????)

Thankfully, it got magically fixed 🙏🏼 but please don’t be surprised if your inbox suddenly explodes because of me 😭 I swear it wasn’t my intention and those messages are old 😭😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

-he sleeps better when you’re touching. doesn’t matter how—your ankle resting on his, your fingers tangled, your whole body draped over him like a blanket—if you’re not touching, he won’t sleep. just lies there, blinking into the dark.

-he never says “i love you” the same way twice. sometimes it’s “text me when you get home.” sometimes it’s “eat something.” sometimes it’s him holding your wrist a little too tight before he lets you walk away.

-every time you wear his hoodie, he watches you like it’s the first time. like he forgot how good it looks on you. he doesn’t say anything. just tilts his head a little. maybe bites the inside of his cheek.

-he always smells like smoke, metal, and your shampoo. he uses it when you’re not looking. swears he doesn’t. but his side of the pillow always smells like you. it’s better than that shitty 7-in-1 anyways.

-he’s terrifyingly quiet when he’s angry. except with you. with you, he talks. not loud. but honest. “that scared the hell out of me.” “don’t do that again.” “i can’t lose you.”

-he doesn’t take pictures, but he has so many of you. little ones. secret ones. blurry and off-center. your hand on his thigh. your silhouette in the kitchen. your laugh mid-bite. he looks at them when he misses home.

-sometimes he just stares at you mid—conversation, like he forgot everything you were saying because your face is doing something soft. like smiling, or existing.

-when you’re sick, he’s unbearable. no one else can take care of you right. he brings you water, meds, hot tea, his hoodie, five blankets, a knife, and a death glare for anyone who even breathes near you.

-he gets shy after sex. not during—he’s dangerous during—but after, when you’re in his arms and breathing hard, he gets quiet. almost sweet. brushing hair from your face like he can’t believe you’re real.

-he doesn’t say “forever.” but when he fixes the cabinet in your bathroom without asking? when he memorizes your coffee order? when he adds your birthdate to every form he fills out? that’s him saying it.

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⚠️ OKAY, TO EVERYONE WHO’S GETTING THESE OLD ASKS IN THEIR INBOX — LET ME TELL YOU THAT TUMBLR BLOCKED ME FROM SENDING ASKS FOR A LONG TIME (I still don’t know why), AND NOW THEY’RE RANDOMLY SPAWNING IN EVERYONE’S INBOXES I HAD ALREADY SENT MESSAGES OR ASKS TO 😭😭😭😭

Also, Tumblr wouldn’t let me comment on posts or receive asks either (??????)

Thankfully, it got magically fixed 🙏🏼 but please don’t be surprised if your inbox suddenly explodes because of me 😭 I swear it wasn’t my intention and those messages are old 😭😭😭🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

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