~Niklaus~
I yanked my hand from his body and as I did that, I felt myself spinning around and saw myself in a hospital room.
The scene that I was in was one that I was very familiar with. I knew it better than the palm of my hand and could even sketch it in my dreams.
I walked towards the bed where his body lay, just like the last time I saw it. It made sense why the dead child’s body in the garden felt so familiar. It was because it was the body of a child that I knew a long time ago; a child who took his last breath in my arms; a child who gazed up at me as I begged and cried for him to hold on a little longer; a child whose cries haunted me every single night I closed my eyes and laid in my bed to sleep. That was the child I saw in the garden that bled to death.
I didn’t understan
