Learning Purpose [Unus Annus Fanfiction]

Part 12- Joining Forces

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Amy-

XXX-XXX-XXXX

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Hello again, Yam ;)

-My heart stops.

Only Mark called me that. Who else would have known?

The tears stop for a moment as I stare in utter shock at what is in front of me. It seems to take minutes to process the image my eyes perceive.

However, I respond quickly, desperate to get the only question in my mind answered.

me

Who is this?

-It doesn't take them long for them to answer.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Who does it sound like I am?

-My heart thumps louder than life in my chest, as if trying to break out. I barely have time to look at the message before another comes through.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Okay, I'll spare you the guessing because I'm kind of hard to guess ;)

It's me, Amy. Mark.

-My fingers shake as I read the messages.

What kind of sick fucking game is this? Who would ever do this?

I try to reason with myself, not getting my hopes up as I answer.

me

You're dead.

-Even though I type it, I'm not sure I fully believe it at the moment. I know I'm getting my hopes up, but I can't help it when something like this happens. I'm not prepared to have my heart broken again when I find out this is a disgusting prank by an angry fan.

An answer comes a moment later.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Yes, I know that.

Well, kind of, at least. It's complicated.

-What?

To be honest, I'm still processing the first message. Each message from this mysterious person is like adding question to the building pile in my mind. Still though, I manage to type another response, directly showing my question.

me

What?

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Okay, I know you probably don't believe me, but hear me out.

-They seem to type forever, seconds become minutes, and I eventually turn off my phone, giving up hope that this is the real him. Tears come to my eyes again as I curse myself for being so naiive to even consider it being him.

Then my phone beeps, and I rush to pick it up, attempting to unlock it with shaky fingers.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

So I did die. But remember that time I told you that strange dream I had where this guy came to me and was like "you have 1 year to live"? I think I'm that guy now, but for some kid.

-I remember this dream he told me about, it was the night he woke up covered in sweat and he didn't want to eat or drink for a full day afterward. My trust unwillingly builds as I am reminded of a memory no one else could have known about. I'm still reading this as the next message pops up.