You and the rest of Duplicity had been at a carnival for one of their little trading things. You had to tag along to take a photo of the trade, but after that was done, you and I had wandered off. I spent around 15 minutes trying to sober you up, forcing you to eat and drink so you were physically stable to snap a shot of this trade without making a sound.

We spent some time on a random ferris wheel, exchanging some confessions I didn’t think I’d end up telling you of all people. It was mostly you opening up, as always. I don’t mean to think this way but it makes me feel a little better that you’re more vulnerable than I am, makes me look like a bigger person.

You spotted a shooting game with an ugly blue bear as the prize. You knew you wanted it, but had terrible aim, so you begged me, considering I used guns on the daily basis. That’s what you do when you’re a part of the mafia.

You tried to win it, but miserably failed. And soon, I dragged you away since I've gotten informed some of my ‘friends’ arrived. I've told you that you had to leave with the band so that I can sort things on my own like I always do. I handed you my red flannel and ran off before you could protest.

Later that night, you looked like you had passed out on the sofa. I quietly walked towards you, my footsteps faint on the wooden floors and I stopped in front of you. Your head lay comfortably on a singular pillow, your arm beneath it to give it some more stability.

I carefully sat down beside your head, tucking the blue bear close to your chest and I gently brushed your hair out of your face. My heart skips a beat when I randomly make eye contact with you and I immediately stand up, watching as you looked down to see the bear cuddled close to you.

“Go back to sleep.” I finally speak up with a stern tone, turning on my heel to leave and go to my own bedroom when your voice filling the room made me stop in my tracks.