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Indigo rain forever1/19/2024 However, just as you were about to move, you felt a hand lace its finger through yours. “Ugh…” you winced and a wave of nausea swept over you. However, you felt like a migraine was beginning to develop in the forefront of your mind. “Name…you’re…here…” the voice was familiar the name was on the tip of your tongue. Instead, you knelt in front of the painting, looking down into the vast dark waters. Slowly you approached the display, noting that the usual red, velvet rope had vanished.įor some odd reason, you were afraid that you were going to fall into the water itself. What’s going on? Something felt wrong about this place this gallery seemed sinister instead of warm and comforting. Was that the sound of water? You turned to see the source of the noise, only to find that it was coming from the display. In front of you was a large display, painted with dark blue colors that seemed to draw you in. You walked down the empty corridor into a wide, open room. If there’s an emergency exit… then it must be on the first floor. Why does this feel so familiar…? Shaking off the sense of déjà vu, you tried to remember if there was an emergency exit. Heart still thumping, you walked down the flight of stairs to the exit, only to find that the door was locked tight. However, you blinked and realized that it was “The Hanged Man”.ĭear god…that nearly gave me a heart attack! In front of you was a horrified, ghastly face. Turning your head, you leapt back in surprise. “What the…” sighing, you stood and tried to find where you were in the building. Looking down, you realized that you were wearing the outfit for Feliciano’s memorial. What? Why am I here? After being admitted to art school, you had rarely visited this place. Your eyes opened to find that you were in your uncle’s gallery. “Name…please…” the voice was louder now and had a note of urgency to it. You needed these last few hours of sleep. You were tired from helping your fiancé set up his bakery shop. Eyes closed, you turned over, trying to block out the sounds. “Name…where are you?” the voice was faint, barely above a whisper. A Hetalia X Ib CrossoverA/N: This follows the ending “Together Forever”
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