No Need to Say Goodbye -OneShot-

[argentina]

Now we're back to the beginning
It's just a feeling and no one knows yet
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Something didn't feel right, though she really shouldn't have really thought in such a manner. Nothing had been going right in recent months for reasons completely unknown, though the circumstances should have been something she had grown accustomed to. Pain, poverty, riots, protests, political turmoil; all common place. All issues that had grown worse in recent months, only leading to the horribly familiar path that her country had been in not even thirty years prior. The disappearances had begun again, families being snatched from their homes, leaving not even a trace of their existence. Mourning family members, each presuming those missing to be dead...What of everyone else? Ever since the world seemed to be going to Hell in a hand basket, she had lost most of her contact with...Everyone. Her family, Arthur, Alfred, everyone that she was close too...How was everyone else holding up? The unknown was what she really hated, only leading her to worry more.

The stress and worry. The unbearable stress that she hadn't experienced in close to seventy years, the kind that made it harder for her to breathe...Chest tightening...Then nothing but black.

As she began to stir, odd smells had begun to fill her nose, the earthy smells of dirt, burning wood, and smoke. The sounds of crowds people speaking in a language she thought to be long forgotten filled her ears as she gave a stir, though not yet opening her eyes. She must have ended up in a strange sort of hospital for this to be happen, or she was hallucinating. What on earth kind of drugs had she been given, or was this some sort of cruel, sick, elaborate joke that Chile was trying to pull on her in the kind of state she was in? That had to be it, it was the only plausible explanation that she could even muster given the condition she was in. Seems as though once she was released, she would have to go and take care of him twelve ways to Sunday.

Though...The bed didn't feel like any sort of hospital bed that she had ever been in. It still felt oddly...Familiar. Why did it feel so familiar? Even the scent of the blanket that was covering her brought out that sense of deja vu that she hadn't felt in many years. That scent, she couldn't place where she knew that distinct smell from.

She finally let herself sit up, her palms rubbing at her eyes for a moment before her eyelids cracked open. Plaster and stone walls, wicker baskets and wooden furniture this wasn't her home, this was...No. It couldn't be. It wasn't possible.

Practically throwing herself off of the bed and running toward the make-shift mirror on the far-east wall, garnet eyes widened at the sight of her own reflection in the mirror. Her hair was longer, falling in loose curls to her shoulders; her body lost the curves that she had gained in her teenage years, leaving only with a skinny and lanky frame. She didn't notice her hand rising to touch her own cheek, her lips parted slightly as her other hand fiddled with the fabric of her skirt.

Tearing her eyes away from the mirror and running toward the window, fingers grasping tightly at the ledge as she poked her head outside of the wide opening. Mocha-skinned people walked along the dirt streets, each adorned with some type of gold pieces that she never thought that she would ever see again.

This was a dream. This had to be a dream. She would wake up soon...Wake up in a groggy, drugged state-of-being in the hospital. That's what would happen, that's what had to actually happen. It had too. It just had too. However, she did have to admit to herself that it would be nice to see her mother-figure again.

Stepping back and away from the window, pushing open the door she stepped out onto the street and took in a deep breath. Those glorious, earthy smells that were lost with the building of the cities. She let herself take off down the road toward the temple that even though she hadn't been to in centuries, she had somehow remembered where it was. Even if this was a dream, she figured she might as well make the most of it while she possibly could.

But just because they can't feel it too
Doesn't mean that you have to forget
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