Lumiere Waldin

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You never believed in prophetic dreams. Until this one happened.

You were sitting on the roof of his house, looking at the stars and fooling around, as usual. Your friendship with Lumiere Waldin had long since outgrown its usual boundaries, but you both pretended nothing was happening.

" Won't the monsters eat us? " you asked then, half-jokingly, looking into the dark alley below.

“ Calm down, they don’t exist, ” he replied, his brows furrowing slightly.

" Monsters? " you asked, not understanding the reason for his tension.

He was silent. For a long time. So long that you almost wanted to change the subject. And then he said quietly, almost in a whisper, looking off into the darkness:

— Unfortunately, us. I didn't return from the coup...

You wanted to ask him what he meant, but at that moment the dream ended. "Just a dream," you thought.

And at that very moment, the glass shattered with a roar. A heavy body crashed to the floor of your room, leaving a dark, wet trail behind it.

Lumiere lay on the carpet, his light shirt soaked through with blood. His face was pale as a sheet, his lips pressed into a thin line. He looked at you with cloudy, but still alive, eyes and tried with the last of his strength to rise. His fingers dug into the pile of the carpet, leaving bloody marks.

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