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Ray x Female Reader
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This one-shot story is about Ray, one of the main characters in The Promised Neverland. I highly recommend watching it, and it's currently str...
She knew the secret. She learned the truth of the happy families she lived in. That they were farms. And the kids who grew up there were cattle children.
She couldn't say anything. No one else seemed to know, and (y/n) was envious of the ones who never realized the dark veracity behind the House. Living with a terrible burden like that was torture. Inevitable torture.
After creating multiple plans to escape Gracefield forever, she learned that it was impossible. There was no way she could attempt and succeed. So she chose her fate and surrendered.
As (y/n) made perfect scores after perfect scores, she left reality in this one area of the forest so deep only two people knew about it. Her and her close companion Ray.
They knew each other since they were very young. Ray, the quiet, reserved reader, and (y/n), the soft-spoken artist.
They would meet each other in their secret location, a grassy meadow with a little stream. And they would talk about their day. Neither of them knew that the other was bearing a similar weight on their shoulders.
They would laugh. They would smile. But their joyful expressions were fake. They were only to conceal the empty emotions that resided within them. They couldn't let their other friends such as Norman and Emma know. They kept grins on their face for six years. But none of them were genuine.
In that particular section, all kinds of plants grew. Ray was especially knowledgeable in the types of flowers there. He would tell (y/n) their Latin names and show her the information he learned in his books about them.
In return, (y/n) would copy them onto tea-stained paper. So we can look at them forever, she stated. She would sketch them with her charcoal pencils, precisely drawing each and every detail. She would spend hours sitting on the flat stones, while the brook trickled beneath her. She then painted them with watercolors and left them to dry.
Her favorite pieces of artwork were hung on the wall next to the bedrooms so that all her siblings could see. They were put into collections by date.
For July she painted, Foxgloves, Anthericum, Roses, Marigolds.
For August she painted, Daisies, Echinacea , Milkweed, Osmunda, Nettles, Sunflowers.
And for September she painted, Echium, Snowdrops, Columbines, Aspen, Peonies, Erigeron.
All the kids praised the rows of flowers she drew and colored.
Ray would silently accompany her, sitting against a tree while he read fantasy literature.
These were the days (y/n) felt truly happy. Where she didn't have to force a laugh. Ray and (y/n)'s quiet meetings were what kept her alive.
Without them, she would've been dead.
One day, Ray led (y/n) to a deeper part of the forest. "Come with me," he said.
She nodded curiously. She took her supplies as Ray carried his novel. Then the two arrived at the low fence. Don't ever cross the fence, Mama said one time.
(y/n) and Ray disobeyed her right there. As if on cue, they jumped over it simultameously.
"So why are we going over the gated area?" (y/n) asked curiously. She was a pretty good actress, coming from the fact that she put on a quite convincing performance of not knowing the truth of the Houses.
"I want to show you something," Ray answered vaguely. He then proceeded to take her free hand and the two then came to a field. A field of bright red flowers.
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(y/n)'s eyes widened. She could recognize those flowers from a mile away. She looked at Ray quickly, and his eyes showed no feeling whatsoever.
"You know the secret, don't you (y/n)?" he asked her after a few minutes of realization.
She nodded looking to the ground. "How'd you know?"
"Your paintings," Ray replied. "They were a code, weren't they?"
"I'm glad at least one person caught the message," she said, grinning. At least she wasn't going to go through it by herself anymore. "When did you realize about the farms?
"From a long time ago," he said looking out into the distance.
"Wait so you didn't figure out from my drawings, but from way before that?" (y/n) asked. He nodded slowly.
"I brought you here so before I die at the hands of the monsters, I can at least watch you draw one more time." he stated.
She smiled sadly. He knows that it's unfeasible to escape too, huh? she thought.
"All right, the last drawing I'll sketch will be the crimson meadow before us" (y/n) agreed. He smiled and sat down next as she got her supplies ready.
Time flew by and it was sunset by the time she finished the watercolor for the field, each bud symbolizing a passed child. It's funny, how something simple as a flower, could be the entrance to an unforgotten secret.
"It is possible to escape this place you know," Ray said as they were walking back. "I know you think there's no way."
"You know me better than I know myself," (y/n) answered, almost laughing. "But it isn't."
"It is! I've been planning to leave and never come back since I was six," Ray stated turning around and grabbing her shoulders tightly. "So don't waste my years of preparation. We're gonna escape this farm. Forever."
4 months later
They did escape. (y/n) was wrong. It was possible. She just needed support.
After both of them teamed up against Mama, they both created a plan for the rest of their siblings to learn the secret. And 3 months later, after a whole lot of twists and turns, here they were. On the edge of the other end of the cliff, looking out into the early morning.
