There is no decision that we can make that doesn't come with some sort of balance or sacrifice.

My mind was a mess.

The world around me was spinning and the only thing I could focus on were his hands wrapping themselves tightly around my body.

He started whispering I'm sorry a thousand times over and over.

The excruciating pain sprung all over my body, burning my insides. The wound on my abdomen was bleeding heavily and I could feel the life slipping away from my body.

" Oliver..." I mumbled, coughing out blood on my hands.

" (Y/N), I'm so sorry! We're - We're doing everything we can to save you!" his voice started shaking and so did his hands. He carried me back to the hideout and I stopped him.

" They can smell blood. They're - They're coming.. We don't have much time.." I stood up, holding my bleeding wound.

" I have to go back. I have to stop the disaster. It's either me or all of you."

" (Y/N), no!" Oliver screamed, reaching out to catch my hand but too late. I have already stopped the time around us and with all my might returned to the past.

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The Goldy Pond. A happy place for happy chi
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right?

wrong.

It used to be a happy place. A hideout. Until a certain person managed to escape the farm and go there, and unfortunately bring demons.

Being a psychic she is, she could predict the big disaster that was about to destroy the pond. But she couldn't tell what it was. The only thing she knew that she'd make it. Right?

Right. All of the children's lives for her own. That was the risk she was willing to take. Being a cold-hearted and ruthless person she is, she couldn't care less for the kids, meat, there.

Upon her arrival at the Goldy Pond, the demons discovered that place and decided to make it their own playground. As the time went by and more and more children died, she got bored.

She decided to take a walk when the music was playing and see the horror for herself. As she was walking the kids were getting killed in the process and she felt nothing.

(Y/N) would always question her ability to feel? Is she a monster just like them? A monster but in human form? Maybe there was something wrong with her. No, something was definitely wrong with her.

That day she decided to save someone. Maybe she could finally feel something.

Passing by, she noticed a certain boy, fighting with demons to save two kids. The way he was giving his all to protect the lives of those children was admirable. Now come to think about it, would she give her life for someone? Probably not.
Not yet.

As she was walking back, one of the demons attacked her, catching her off guard. A high pitched scream escaped her as the boy she saw earlier came in front of her and let the demon stab him.

She face palmed. Why would someone give their own life for another person? The boy fell to the ground and the demon was about to take him.

(Y/N).

Save him.

No.

Save him.

No.

You ran up to the boy, picking up his body and carrying him to the hideout as fast as you could. Damn this stupid boy. You could've just walked away.

Once you took him in, the kids gathered around and started tending to his wound.

After his wound healed, he would follow you everywhere saying thank you and overall showing you his gratitude.

You tried being a decent human for once and hung out with him. As the time passed by, you couldn't help but fall in love with him. He'd shown you true morals and gave you things to fight for.

As the night fell, you two ended up finding peace in each other's arms and it became obvious to everyone that you two were inseparable.

Countless nights and many, many shared moments, the day you have dreaded the most has come.

Every night you had visions. Visions of The Goldy Pond being destroyed, blood everywhere, smoke blurring your vision and only you being left alive. You knew that the day like this was about to come.

And now for sure you weren't going to let them die.

The wild demons had found out about their hideout and Lucas being alive, all because of (Y/N). She thought that was the burden she could carry but it turned out differently.

No one knew about the disaster that was about to come. Except Lucas who had his suspicions.

The music didn't ring,no warning. No one was expecting demons to come, and surely no one was expecting wild demons to find out about the playground. The wild monsters came running in and the hunt began.

She tried telling them, she tried changing the fate, but no avail.
The demons came crushing down the village, and all she could do was watch. Lucas, Oliver and the others were trying their best to fight off the wild demons.

She could see the chaos unfolding itself on the playground. This was the moment she came back for.
Oliver.

She ran through the piles of dead children, blood sputtering everywhere. Her tears blurred her vision as she made her way towards the boy.

" Oliver!" she screamed and he caught her in his hands.

" I'm glad you're alive! Don't worry, we'll get through this!" he was crying and his body was shaking.

" No, listen to me! This is happening because of me. I'm not the part of this world."

" W-What?"

" I saw the future. Everyone is getting killed tonight except me. I originally planned on letting you all die and then moving on but.. I can't. I'm not a monster. "

" Look, I don't care! I'd rather die protecting you and my family! Please (Y/N) don't! " his sentence was interrupted by Lucas' scream.

" See.... everyone is dying... Because of... me.. "

" That's not true! " he screamed in agony, his eyes glistening with tears.

" I'm sorry Oliver... "

" (Y/N)! " The girl took out her knife and with one swift movement the blade was in, piercing her insides.
Oliver's screams were inaudible to her, everything was buzzing and her body fell limp to the ground.

" I love you..." she coughed out and let her life slip through her fingers. Everything went white.

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The next morning, Oliver woke up screaming. Everyone gathered around him worried. What was he dreaming about? He couldn't remember.

As the day progressed he couldn't remember what was that traumatic in his dream. Fiddling with pockets he found a note that read:

'' maybe in another life,

yours forever, (Y/N) ''
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Wait.

Who's (Y/N)?

xx