Deanna-Campbell

Falling. Heat. Ropes digging into his skin. Fire. So close. Flaming up. Faces familiar yet wrong. Leaving him. Abandoning them. A thud. "Ow." It wasn't so much a cry of pain as a statement of acknowledgment that Ferb had fallen out of his bed. He yanked at the sheets tangled around his legs, managing to escape them once he woke up enough to realise it was his bed sheets and not something threatening. Sitting up, he peeked over his bed to the other one in the room. Ferb let out a silent sigh of relief when he saw Phineas hadn't been woken up by his tumble. Even so, Ferb didn't move from his position. Yes, he could get back in bed and pretend the whole thing hadn't happened. Like he had for the past two weeks. But it had been two weeks since that day. The day no one remembered. And Ferb was tired of pretending the events weren't related. Ferb stood up, quickly remaking his bed before fetching a notebook hidden up underneath the frame. Casting one more look at the other bed, Ferb