Damn Fate | ✔️

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A/N: Some Imyrth spoilers ahead. Continue at your own risk.

After Jon and I kissed for the second time, we sat outside in silence for a while. He was cuddling me, and even though that was nothing new, it seemed foreign and different.

Chris came to the room a couple hours later, and that's when Jon left and went to his room.

«You worked things out?» he asked me.

«Yep and more than that.» I smiled.

«Yeah...» he frowned.

«I'm really sorry about Kim, Chris...»

«I know. Me too.» he shook his head and went to the bathroom to change into his pajamas.

The next morning we all had breakfast together; Kyle, Jon, Claire, Ben, Alice, Chris and I. Kim was missing. Her parents took her brother in their room now that she was gone.

People kept giving me weird looks, and a couple little kids came up and asked me if I was really the savior.

I can't say that it didn't make me happy, but it also made me nervous and gave me the urge to hide in a hole because of the attention I was getting. I guess I should have seen that one coming...

For the next few days, we kept cheering Chris up and babysitting Alice. Sometimes we did both at the same time. Claire was exhausted and we tried our best to help her.

She and Ben had agreed on getting married after all this was over and after our home was rebuilt.

Ben had started going back to work and all that. Kyle looked like he was feeling better. Alice was growing up and she looked more and more like her Claire.

I had seen photos of Claire as a baby, and trust me, they were identical. Well, apart from the eyes. She had Ben's eyes.

I'm really getting a Harry Potter vibe from this, so I'm just going to change the subject. Not that I don't like Harry Potter, Harry Potter is one of the reasons I'm still breathing.

Because, come on guys, it's Harry Potter.

Anyway, let's not fangirl our way out of this...

I don't know if I mentioned this before, but Kyle is the main prospective godfather for my niece. Felicia was to be her godmother, but... you get the point.

Despite everything that was going on in his life, though, Kyle made for a perfect godfather. He was adorable when he spent time with Alice. He did the funniest faced and tolerated everything she did. I was pretty sure that even if he wasn't chosen to be her godfather, he would be that one uncle that spoils the hell out of his nieces and nephews.

He played games with her whenever we were babysitting, while I spent time with my new boyfriend (what? I'm not blushing, you're imagining stuff) and Chris mourned over Kim.

She wasn't dead, but she was dead to us. That sneaky traitor.

We did our best to cheer him up, but he seemed to be really  in love with her. It was nothing like anything I'd ever seen before. Chris always dated a lot, but he was never so heartbroken over a girl.

Kim really took a toll on him. That toll was probably his heart, and when she ran away she probably took it with her.

Dont judge. I'm so tired of thinking  of those babysitting times that I don't even know what I'm saying.

And I don't really have the best memories from being babysat. Babysat... Is that even a word? I think it's a word. Is it though? Well, I don't care. Even if it doesn't exist, I used it now. It is in my vocabulary. It shall remain there forever.