| When he woke up from that nightmare... |


Misplaced - Part 2 I can't smile anymore!Misplaced - Part 2 by =Yzabel
The overwhelming, vivid feeling of sadness and helplessness was so strong that it jerked him awake, eyes wide open on the eerie darkness. For a moment, his gaze kept darting right and left, searching for the old photographs, until he realized at last that he was in his room in his parents' home, curled up on himself on his bed, with tears in his eyes and a cry stuck in his throat. He didn't remember falling asleep, nor even undressing, which probably accounted for the fact that he was lying in his clothes on the tangled sheets.
A dream. Yes. That was just a dream. A bloody fucked-up dream. It's not true. It can't be t


Misplaced - Part 1 I can't do this anymore.Misplaced - Part 1 by =Yzabel
Clarence kept on staring at his reflection in the window of the car that was bringing him back home, not paying attention the least bit to the backdrop of London streets after sunset, nor to the droning voice that had been lecturing him for the past twenty minutes or so. He didn't want nor couldn't stand listening to those empty words. In a few minutes, the driver would park in front of the old manor house, and it would all be over.
"...because it's not the first time we catch you on the street, young man. Haven't you learnt your lesson by now? You shouldn't make your parents worry like that!"
Shut up, he thought.
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