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Amnesia: A Christmas Carol Pt 5~Christmas Day, 1843~Amnesia: A Christmas Carol Pt 5 by CherryleaFoxtrot
Weyer awoke with tears in his eyes and the morning sun streaming through the closed window. He sat up, softly sobbing as he stared out of the window. Had it all been a dream? Was it real in a way? One thing was for sure, he certainly did not want to be alone for the rest of his life, nor did he want people around him to suffer because of his attitude.
He gasped and turned to see Agrippa in bed with him, rubbing his eyes, having been woken up by his crying. The German blinked a few times as he tried to clear away the sleep from his eyes. Once he had, he took in the sight of Weyer's tears with concern. "Johann, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"
Instead of answering, he quickly wrapped his arms around his lover, crying into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Heinrich...! I didn't mean...!"
Agrippa was shocked at the display of waterworks. It took him a moment to realise what he was trying to say. He returned the hug and softly shushed him. "It's okay
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Looking around, Weyer noticed how dark his surroundings were. It was night outside, that much he was sure of. Was he even still in London? Where was he? A figure emerged from the thick fog, and Weyer could not believe his eyes. The figure was his old boss, Alexander. He had passed away about four years ago due to some small incident in Prussia. The details were still a little unclear to the Dutchman, but he knew that he was on holiday in a castle-turned-hotel and after having a scuffle with another resident, he suffered a heart attack in his room at the age of 62 on the 19th of August. His body was found the very next morning.
Weyer gulped at the menacing figure, realising who he, or rather it really was. "The Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, I presume." The spirit nodded silently, a smirk tugging at the corner of its mouth. "Where are we? -When- are we?" he asked the ghost, who simply handed him a newspaper with the date up top. It read 24 December, 1883. F
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Before Weyer could get his bearings and go back to bed, another familiar and cheery voice sounded out from a corner. "Yoo hoo! Oh, Weyer!"
The Dutchman turned to where the voice came from, seeing what looked like his friend in the corner. "Malo? Or..." he stopped, remembering his adventure with Past. "Are you a ghost as well?"
"Ah, a bright one you are!" The spirit strode forward and bowed in a typical French aristocratic nature. "I am the Ghost of Christmas Present. I rest assured you know why I appear to you as one Malo de Vigny." Weyer merely nodded, getting the hint. "Well then, let's not waste time, shall we? There's so much festivity going on and you're missing out! Come!" It quickly took Weyer by the hand and led him outside.
Their first stop was to a young couple's apartment. Weyer recognised them as Justine and Aloïs, friends of Malo's. They had recently become engaged and with the money they had, they bought their own flat in Calais. The coup
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Weyer looked around, an old memory coming to him. "Are we... in Holland?"
"That is right, my dear boy," the ghost replied. "This exact day, ten years ago."
1833. This was the year he had first fallen in love with Agrippa, despite the major age difference. Speaking thus, a younger Agrippa walked down the snowy lane and up to the house. Weyer's childhood residence. The front door opened, revealing a 16 year old Weyer. "Herr Agrippa! Nice of you to visit! Merry Christmas!"
Agrippa chuckled, "Merry Christmas, my boy. And you needn't call me that. You can call me Heinrich."
The younger Weyer ushered him inside. The older Weyer soon found himself inside the house, greeted with the view of Agrippa, his younger self, and his family. The woman, his mother, came up to the visitor. "Heinrich Agrippa," her smooth voice flowed, "it is wonderful to see you."
"It is wonderful to see you too, Frau Agnes," he beamed, smiling.
"I almost forgot Heinrich was a friend of my par
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