I do not own any of this Assassin's Creed stuff! Also this is my first story sooo please be nice and sorry it's so short :/ works well though...right? :)
He used to talk to me first when he was out of the animus. He'd run up the stairs with a small smile on his face and he would get me to talk by mentioning something historical. That was his little trick. Then after a few minutes I would realise his game and tell him to go away. But now...he talks to me last, if at all. His enthusiasm levels had dropped for me and now he wasn't so interested in what I had to say. It hurts to see him everyday and not talk. It feels like he's drifting away from me and he doesn't even care. It may look like I don't care either but behind all the sarcasm and the insults...Secretly, I don't think I could live without him.
I look over at him when he's in the animus. Lying there with a million things running through his mind. Literally. Sometimes I think what if this is all too much for him. I don't want to...lose him. He may be annoying but I care about his life and what happens to him.
I haven't talked to him in a while it's like I'm not even there. Sometimes I see him...I run towards him but then he disappears. Of course I'm in hospital now. They all said I was insane. They were always telling me that Desmond's dead or Desmond's gone now. I don't know what they're talking about he's still here. We may not talk but I can see him all the time. He's always there in front of me. I've had to take these pills for my so called 'craziness'. All of them are daft. I am absolutely fine!
Desmond hasn't showed up in a while. I walk around in the vast emptiness but I never find him. I awoke in the hospital with Rebecca and Desmond's Dad standing around the bed. She asked 'Are you ok?' I looked around the room before asking 'Where's Desmond?'
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