Chapter 3: Brye and Omicron

1st person

~Brye~

We arrived at back at the ship. We decided it was best to stay the night in a place I was comfortable in.

"Hey, do you mind if I play the log that was recently added?"

"Yes, there is some important things in there that don't need to be seen or heard."

"Too late."

And the log started to play. It was playing in my helmet so all I could see was her point of view. I shuddered as I heard Felix's voice. Omicron was on the verge of tears. Seeing herself before her mind was fragmented is kind of weird. It's like seeing yourself. But it is your future self. In that moment there were small sobs. All of her memories before her mind was fragmented came flooding back to her. I understand it. Santa had showed us both what we were afraid of. Our past. I would have loved to meet a real existing Omicron or I should say Olive.

"Brye, why didn't I know about this.."

"I was too afraid to tell anyone."

"You can't keep your memories a secret from me anymore."

"Same goes for you as well."

"Deal."

It was settled. We had our deal. All our thoughts would be shared with each other and Omicron had all access to my memories and could dig through my memory files whenever she wanted.

The next morning, Omicron and I went to check out the New Republic.

It was a beautiful Capital. The new hospital, created after Doyle passed away, is the center of the Capital. The New Republic's grand masterpiece. Omicron was babbling about something, going through my memories maybe but I wasn't interested.

"What was Up with you and Doyle?"

It felt like electric was being pumped through my bloodstream. I haven't seen or heard from Doyle since high school. He was my best friend. We lived in the same neighborhood. He was two years older than I was and I never thought I would get to talk to him. He was a specimen. I was just white trash. He was mine. At least I thought I was his. I never had the chance to say goodbye.

"I don't want to talk about it. Go through and find something. Around when I was thirteen."

"Okay."

I didn't know what I was being sent into space for. I don't even feel like remembering the low in high school. I was terrible. I was infected. He remained sober. He tried to help. All he could. Then the deepest part of the low arrived. She killed somebody. They had each other, at least that's what I thought. I became infected. And he disappeared. Forever. I never had the chance… to say the words, I love you...

Okay guys! This is me, LiveLoveDoyle here and I'm so very sorry I haven't posted this chapter sooner. I have finals coming soon and I have been very busy with review and materials and other things. I will try to get chapters up as soon as I possibly can. Thanks for understanding and I hope you enjoy the story so far! I have so much fun writing this and I can't wait to start collabing with Lil'Red03. See you all in the next chapter! And don't be afraid to write a review to help me improve my writing and if you all want certain characters and certain things through the story! :)