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EPILOGUE
the beginning
of something new
"do or die, you’ll never
make me because the world
will never take my heart."
welcome to the black parade;
my chemical romance
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“TO DIE WOULD BE AN AWFULLY BIG ADVENTURE,” Peter Pan once said. Despite the chill that ran down his spine, he stood proudly on the rock, a smile on his face, his heart beating rapidly in his chest.
It was one of the many reasons that Number Eight absolutely adored that book.
But somehow she thinks—
‘To die may be an awfully big adventure, but perhaps to live would be an even bigger one.’
And just like the boy who never grew up, she stands proudly with her chest out. A smile escapes her lips as they huddle together. Her heart thumps rather quickly in her chest, but for once, she’s not exactly afraid.
They’ve gone through so damn much that she just knows that they’ll carry on unto the next chapter.
And that was exactly how it goes.
It ends— Scratch that. It starts again with a count to ten, but this time, let’s go about it the other way around, beginning from the end.
After all, that seems to suit their little agenda better, doesn’t it?
The end brings about another beginning— which by default may also lead to another end, but let’s not dwell on such details; it’ll be a never-ending cycle for all we know.
Now, back to the matter at hand, here are ten seconds to paint a picture:
TEN. Number Eight reaches out for Five’s hand like they had often done amidst the apocalypse. He responds to the gesture by intertwining their fingers, locking them together in hopes of not letting go.
NINE. They’re all huddled together, hands connected. On the boy’s left was Diego. Then, Luther, Allison, and Klaus. Vanya is on Eight’s right, linking her to their Number Four, whilst Ben and Eliza grab onto each of his shoulders. It’s the same places assigned to them back in the academy’s old dining room.
EIGHT. A blue wormhole comes to life as Number Five shuts his eyes. Strong winds begin to suck them as the portal hovers over them.
SEVEN. Everyone’s grip tightens. The nine members of the academy are all equally adamant to stick together no matter what happens.
SIX. Number Five shouts, looking from left to right, eyeing every single one of them. He warns them of the possible consequences. “Hold on! This could get messy.”
FIVE. Their bodies change, clothes turn baggy. All nine figures glitch, appearing as their younger selves. They’re all thirteen all over again, looking like they had the last time they were complete under the academy’s roof.
FOUR. If it was possible, their hold on each other tightens even more; but something about it seems to tell her that they were definitely going to make it. It’s a leap of faith just as much as it was a leap through time.
THREE. A last look. She catches the way his green eyes shift to blue when they fall on her. He mouths something she’s unable to hear amidst the chaos.
TWO. Deep breaths. She reminds herself of how he’d often keep her from drowning in that deep ocean. They’ve done it before, they can do it again. Breathe in. Breathe Out.
ONE. The bright light engulfs them.
FIN.