𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 𝕎𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

In another universe - America

a rather sad one, sorry , but i promise a happy ending soooo

First part takes place after America sent her and her mothers to aother universe 

_____

The cold wind made me shiver as i walked through the broken door. I looked aroun suspiciously, what happened here?

"America?", I called out, no answere. She was gone. No sign of her mothers, no sign of her. What? Where are they? 

America was my best friend and today my fathers and her mothers organized a playdate for us. But... 

where are they now? 

Did she just leave me? Have I done something wrong? Have I made her angry by any chance and she just doesn't want to meet me anymore? 

But as I walked along I noticed how the garden looked. It looked wrong, broken and like something bad happened. 

"America?!", I called out again, still nobody answered. Then I saw her favourite bracelet. She wouldn't just leave it here. Soemthing bad must've happened. It was forcefully opened on one end, looking like it was broken by some kind of force. 

I furrowed my brows as I picked it up. 

When I was certain it was hers tears started to form into my eyes. MY best friend just disappeared, no clues for where she could've went- 

-At your home-

"Papa? Dada?", I heared my voice call out - It sounded broken like I've been crying a lot. Wich I have. 

Concerned my fatheres ran to me. "(Y/n/n)? Are you okay?" "Is everything alright, sweetheart?"

I was only able to shake my head before I started to cry again - stupid tears coming out of my stupid eyes and my stupid feelings. 

They embraced me in a bone crashing hug and Papa carefully carried me to the sofa while Dada made me a cup of hot chocolate. 

They've always been there for me - always. They helped me through a lot, more than they probably know of. 

Dada got really sick after some years - I was twelve. Not even the best doctors in our village were able to cure him, two months later he died. 

Oh how much me and Papa cried. 

Everyone in our village felt with us - we all were like one big family. 

Now I'm 16 and Papa and I are still living in the same old house we used to. IT was hard for him to move on after my Dada died, but we managed it. I think we both heleped us a lot. If it weren't for him... 

I never found out what happened to America all those years ago. Yeah, I was sad, I was angry, now I just don't think of her so often. 

I have a lot going on in school and I'm also part of a big organization in our village, there's not much time for me to think. But not much time to sleep either. 

But I still wear her bracelet. And I'm never going to take it of. Sometimes when I'm feeling down I like to think she connects with me through it, like she's still here with me and not wherever she is now, probably living her ebst life without me. 

__Pov changes__

Stephen stepped on the platform, watching through his memories. Some painful, some happy. 

Now it was Americas turn. "Oh, I don't think thats a good idea", she tried to argue, but she didn't last long. And to be fair - she was also very exited for what they'd show her.