Chapter 1
When the curse was enacted, Chris had imagined a curtain of black descending onto their lives, entangling and heavier than lead. He'd watched in horror, eyes fixated on PJ's face, as she'd plunged her hand deep into PJ's chest, as if his bones and muscle and skin were as unsubstantial to her as mist. In his desperation, he'd pleaded with her for a chance, nothing unreasonable- he wanted to be able to see PJ again, once a year. The forever train was a lifetime sentence but they both knew neither one would last that long if they were apart.
The irony must have been so sweet when she'd proclaimed to grant his desires and more, he could see PJ every single day if he wished it, and the relief had been so sweet that Chris hadn't paid close enough attention to PJ's eyes, pleading through his petrification, warning Chris of her trickery.
He could see PJ everyday, yes, every single one; but the price had been his heart.
With a sickening snap, she'd torn it from his chest, cackling with joy as she flung it towards Chris, who's fumbling resemblance of a catch gave her time to escape. No sooner was she gone than Chris, the pulsating, bloody flesh carefully grasped in his hands, hurried over to PJ, trying to draw his eyes away from the chasm where his heart once lay.
"PJ? Oh PJ how did we ever get entangled in this mess, what are we going to do?" The tears were streaming from his eyes and the salty taste seeped into his mouth but Chris couldn't care less for his own situation.
Rising slowly too his feet, the bonding curse clearly removed, PJ straightened his jacket and brushed the dirt from his hair. Chris waited, about to reach forward and grab PJ's forearm, desperate for words of hope, for any response, but then PJ straightened his back and spoke up.
"I do apologise sir, you seem to be quite distressed. However, it is my deepest regret to inform you that as much as I would love to assist you, I have an urgent appointment on the Forever Train- I'm the new train attendant you see, and I simply mustn't keep them waiting! Good day you you sir!" With a tip of his cap (which Chris was certain hadn't been there earlier), PJ turned on his heel and marched off into the mist, whistling an upbeat tube as he walked.
Chris stood, mortified, watching his love walk away, the beats of PJ's heart radiating across his palm in strong, heavy waves.
How awesome was PJ's new video? I wanted to expand on it but I'm no where near my laptop, so this is the prologue and there is definitely more to follow! Expect fantasy, friendship and some kickthestickz love! :D Until then~ xx panfs