𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 || ❝And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you, and I'd choose you.❞ ||
↳ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a murder machine, a coffee addict, and their dysfunctional family attempts to sav...
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『17 Years Ago』
I AM CURRENTLY in Ben's room, reading Harry Potter. Five insisted on tagging along. I don't know why, he doesn't even read Harry Potter.
I was sitting next to Ben, on his bed. Five across from us, glaring. Sometimes I would lean in and point out something from the book and Five's eye would twitch.
"You know, Echo is kinda like a Dementor." Ben said, breaking the silence.
"Really? How so?" I asked curiously, looking up from my book.
"Well, Echo sucks people's souls, and so do dementors." Ben stated. I thought about it for a moment and nodded.
"Yeah, you're right." I agreed, smiling.
"I hope that your kisses aren't deadly." Ben mumbled.
"Wanna test it out?" I teased as I puckered my lips, leaning in. Ben blushed and was about to answer when Five interrupted.
"God, you guys are such nerds." Five rebuked in an annoyed tone.
"No one forced you to be here. You can leave whenever you want." I quipped, shrugging.
"Whatever." Five muttered. After a couple more minutes of reading, we heard a bell ring from downstairs.
"Food!" I exclaimed. Five grabbed my hand and teleported us downstairs, leaving Ben by himself.
All of my siblings gathered around the table, standing behind our chairs. We were waiting for Dad. I stood between Vanya and Ben, right across from Five.
"Sit." Reginald commanded. We all moved in sync, pulling out our chairs and taking a seat.
I wasted no time, I quickly grabbed my fork and began cutting the steak, stuffing my face with the delicious delicacy.
I looked up at Five and noticed that he hadn't touched his food, instead he was playing with the knife.
I gave him a confused look. Don't tell me he was going to do what I think he's going to do. I let out an irritated groan.
Five has always wanted to time travel, but Dad refused to let him. He stared back at me, winking, an evil smirk on his face.
