please-i-miss-them

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YOU!

You.

I need you reader!

You can help me!

Please! Please help her!

I…I need you to tell him.

My creator…

I need you to change the ending, to tell him to rewrite this, in a happy end.

Please.

Please.

Their name…. I know his name. his name is [    ]

I need you to tell [    ] to change this.

Please, I miss her.

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They cant be gone...

“ I promise dear, I am ok with this, it was written to happen. “Cloe choked out, violently shivering against Rayn.

“No! I wont stand for this any longer! Why can’t our creator just let our story be a happy end!?” Rayn cried. clutching Cloe in his arms.

A long bitter silence followed, not between Cloe and Rayn, but between Rayn and me.

“ I save you from wolves, just for you to die!? I can’t… I cant do this on my own Cloe…” Rayn stroked Cloe's long hair hoping to comfort them

“ Its okay love, you did what you were supposed to. You did nothing wrong. “

“But I couldn’t save you! I know there must be a way to make them change this!”

“Rayn… I love you; I believe in you.” Cloe gave in to their tiredness, falling asleep in rayn’s arms, never to wake again.

Rayn slowly lowered their body into the snow, grief stabbing through his heart like a spear.

*Bzzt-zzrzztzzzz-*

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I know what you’ve done.

I’ve woken in a cold sweat, I try to reach behind me to feel where Cloe is, only for my hand to brush against the cold, knitted blanket. It glows dimly in the room; I realize that I am laying on the couch instead of the bed. I sit up, trying to find Cloe, Walter, any of them…

 When all the painful memories came flooding back.

I remember.

I remember what happened.

What my creator has don-

*bzzt*

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bzzzzzzzzzzzwhere-zzzzzzzzz...

        It was damp and a bit rainy, but that didn’t stop Rayn and Cloe from lighting a fire to make berry jam. The pot swung over the fire while Cloe poured the berries in, then the sugar, and finally the water. Cloe fell back onto the ground with a sigh, the damp blades of grass wetting their dress and soaking into their skin. Rayn followed suit and they both gazed at the sky, misty, blue, and ever darkening. In this moment, their lives seemed perfect. Rayn never wanted anything to change.

 But…

 Everybody must wake from their dreams eventually.

 No matter how painful it beco-

*bzzt*

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A family tradition

          Cloe could smell the sweet scent of the forest, a combination of freshly picked stems and the damp earth. It reminded them of Rayn so much, of his delicately intricate paintings, his embroidery work…his long cloak…even the way he smiled. It was clear that Rayn had a special connection with the forest, it was the forest that had shaped him into the person they loved so dearly. She couldn’t help but be grateful. They gave a bow, razzberry basket in hand. Taking one last look before setting off back to their shared home.

~Time skip~

Walter stirred the pot; Cloe watched him closely while Rayn giggled at their overprotectiveness. It was a sunny day, though many clouds loomed in the sky. Wynter was pointing out shapes on the clouds happily.

They would make jam together rain or shine, snow or even hail. It was a sort of tradition they had developed together, Cloe would make razzberry jam for the whole family, and Rayn would make bread. It was their favorite breakfast to make.

Wynter and Walter spread the hot razzberry jam onto the freshly made chunks of bread, shoveling them into their mouths.

*bzzt*

“W-What- “

*bzzt* 

            The four were laughing until they were out of breath, Rayn using a cloth to try and clean the jam off the children’s hands, and Cloe jokingly scolding Walter on making such a mess. The sun was setting by now, so they all decided to pack the jam into small wooden jars and race back to the cottage once again.

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How can three years pass so quickly?

How can three years pass so quickly?

         It had almost been exactly three years to the day since Cloe Walter and Wynter joined Rayn in the forest, and a lot had changed.

Rayn and Cloe had fallen in love.

        It started very slowly, and they had planned to remain friends. But their feelings begged otherwise eventually. Walter and Wynter were jumping with joy when they were told, it made Rayn so…happy.

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Prologue-How they all met.

        Small specks of cold danced across Rayn’s face, it was the twentieth snowfall of the year. His eyes opened to a familiarly distant landscape, one painted with an ominous white he wished that he didn’t have to remember. He knew that he had to move quickly to get to his cottage, he jumping to his feet, grabbing his hand-made bag and running further through the forest.

         Once Rayn made his way to his usual spot- a clearing, he spun, surprisingly enjoying the snowflakes that landed on him. However, his calmness was broken when he felt someone’s eyes on him. Xe whipped his head around to see a figure, blinded by the snow, he called for them.

“Who are you? Show yourself!” Rayn had never encountered another person in these woods before, it made the hair on the back of his neck stand.

“I-I I need help!” The voice-presumably very young-replied in desperation.

        Rayn didn’t lower his guard, but he stepped forward to see them. What he saw was a child in a thin cloak, buried to his waist in snow (the snow only got to rayn’s knees.) He stared for a moment, wondering how the child got there, he snapped out of it and helped the child up and out of the snow. The child was violently shivering.

“W-Wait! M-m-m-my mother-!”

        Rayn looked down at his feet, there was a woman staring back up at him. Her eyes looked empty, but alive, there were frozen tears stuck to her cheeks and a newborn baby in her arms. The child that Rayn was holding squirmed and jumped out of his arms, he grabbed the baby out of the woman’s arms and buried it into his own clothes to keep it warm. Rayn knelt and tried to pick the woman up, her thin dress was partially stuck to the ice, but Rayn managed to free her. He and the child carried the two others, the child following behind Rayn.

         The warm air of the cottage washed over the child bringing relief, he had saved his family! Rayn immediately set the woman on the floor beside the fireplace, propping her up with a small pillow. He watched as she turned her head to the warmth of the fire and smiled. Rayn turned his attention to the newborn; they were wrapped loosely in thin cotton. The child handed the bundle to Rayn,

It was dead cold.

        Rayn’s stomach dropped; in a panic he unraveled the baby to check if it was still alive. The baby had a pulse fainter than the touch of a feather, but a pulse. Rayn placed his hands on the head, and the abdomen of the newborn, drawing them closer to himself. The moment the child was going to ask a question, he noticed a faint green glow coming from under rayn’s hands. The glow pulsed, and Rayn and the baby stayed there for what felt like hours. Finally, there was a small cry from the baby, and Rayn had succeeded. It was re-bundled in seconds and placed in the hands of the mother to stop the cries.

          Days had passed since that frightening moment, the child had introduced him and his family, his name was Walter. The baby’s name was Wynter, and the mothers name was Cloe. They started to feel right at home, and for that reason, Rayn decided to let them stay. They became a sort of family, two friends raising two kids together! So, so many positive moments had formed in only a few days, like Walter and Wynter going tobogganing together on a hill, or the four of them frolicking in the moonlight together. The best part, Rayn didn’t have to feel so alone anymore.