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"You promise me right, —-?" A childish voice said worried, he was holding Simon's hand so softly.
"I promise!" Simon responded, was that how he really sounded? It felt familiar, safe.
"At the pond noon, you better be there or i will be really mad." He pouts, Simon looked at him in his eyes,.
"Pinky promise —-!" The boy held his pinky out with his other hand. Simon laughed, he wrapped his small pinky around the boys.
"Remember, pinky promise means to never, ever break them" the boy said, feigning seriousness. He never would hate Simon, they both knew it.
Even if he did break that pinky promise.
the nostalgia hit him like a truck and before he could reply he was woken up in cold sweat.
He swallowed heavily and took deep breaths, his hands cradled his own head. His hands were trembling once more, he clenched them into fists. He looked up and around his empty room. His body was still on edge from the dream..
It felt so familiar, he doesn't remember the name or even their eye color of his old friend. Its been so long, he left everything behind. Simon groaned as he got off the bed, grabbing his mouth guard, swiftly walking to the training room.
He immediately started to hit the punishing bag, jab after jab, punch after punch, kick after kick.
He didn't know what time it was, and he honestly didn't care. He needed to forget, forget that day, forget his eyes, forget him.
The erratic hits increased, less power after each strike to the worn down bag.
Forget that damn red string that connected them when they didn't even know the significance of that stupid string.
Lieutenant Ghost NEEDED to forget.