All this is extremely SWAN, I know. I couldn't help it. SWAN's my absolute favorite. 


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"Excuse me, do I know you from somewhere?" 

He vaguely remembered the why. The memory manifested through dreams, mostly, and they always slipped through his grasping fingers, leaving him with just a nebulous recall and an acute feeling of desperation. 

He hated feeling hopeless; he hated falling asleep. Except when he dreamed of before. Before the why, before this existence. It was the only thing that kept him going, he supposed; the needy feeling in his chest that pushed him to search for that someone lost, the half forgotten voice inside his head, pleading. 

"¨Please! Why are you doing this? Don't-- Please!" 

It's all echoes inside his head. Echoes of words and painful, impending loneliness. Echoes of hazelgreenwarmbrown eyes. 

"They're cheating, Johnny! They're cheating it's not-- It wasn't supposed to be like this!" 

He knows. He knows, but there's not much they can do, is there? Not when eternally trapped between Heaven and Hell. Not when providing such good entertainment. 

"I'll find you," he swears. He's not sure if he actually means it, but it's worth it just to see a bit of the pain leave warm hazelgreenbrown eyes. 

"Do I know you?" Edgar says, and Johnny can only stare; green eyes this time, he thinks. He stares a little bit more; he wants to commit this moment to memory, just in case. 

"Not yet," he answers, and it's a promise.