HEY GUYS!
SO LET'S ASSUME TODD AND VIOLA ARE A BIT OLDER.
This is my first fanfiction... Ever. So please excuse any mistakes. XD I wrote all 6 chapters in 5 hours for a friend of mine (ALI HEY) so that didn't help. Anyway, I hope you like it!
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(Viola)
"… my son, my beautiful son …" I read, "I wish yer pa were here to see you, Todd …" I glance over at Todd who still lays in the spackle-made tent, still healing, eyes unblinking. Every day is the same.
It's been six months since we made peace with spackle. Since 1017 picked up that gun. Since Todd died in my arms.
My Todd.
And Ben still asks me to forgive him, like I could. After he had shot Todd, after he had nearly killed him. Murdered him.
I haven't left this tent since Todd's body entered it. I've had the Mistress Lawson bring me my food, and even missed the settlers when they arrived so many months ago. But I don't care. Because Todd's here, and I ain't never leaving him again. That's what I told him. Promised him. Even if it's hopeless.
For Todd.
But every now and then I hear it.
Hear his noise.
Just tiny glimpses.
Glimpses of memories, happy memories, memories that aren't even of his own, some are spackle memories. Ben says this is because he's taking on the voice of the land.
And I know it's dumb and it's useless but sometimes I swear I see glimpses of
Viola?-
Like he hears me, like he's asking a question, like he's not even sure I'm there, but he hears me. And it's stupid to think this, stupid to hope, I know it, but maybe just maybe he hears me.
And so until then I sit in my spackle-made wooden chair,
And I pick up Todd's Ma's Journal,
And I read.
And-
Do I hear it?
It sounds like
Viola?-
But it's louder this time,
Louder than it's ever been and,
Viola?-
Is that us?-
Is that you?-
Wait for me-
And then-
And then his eyelids flicker.
