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-ˋˏ " It was so fast. Everything came so fast. Nobody could've seen this coming, not even Y/n. The tragedy was so unexpected. " ˎˊ-
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝-𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧
"Hey, mom?" The h/c-haired girl called out from her bedroom to her mother. Her voice was quiet and soft as if her spoken words were delicate and full of meaning. She laid flat out across her bed, staring at the faded-white ceiling. One hand rested on her light blanket, the other draped over her stomach. Her chest rose slowly with every breath she took.
"Yeah? What is it?" The mother replied, questioning. She was in the hallway, Y/n could hear what sounded like her shoving dirty clothes into the old washing machine.
The teenager took in a deep breath, inhaling and exhaling the fresh February air coming in through her slightly opened window. "You've... You've been in love before. Haven't you?"
The woman went quiet before softly sighing and answering her daughter. "...Yes, I have. Twice. Why are you asking?"
The girl sighed once again. "I... I don't know. How'd you know?" She chewed her lip and fluttered her soft eyes lightly.
"I guess I just... sort of- sort of felt it. I'm not sure. To be honest, maybe it wasn't love. It sure did feel like it though, at least that's what I assume love feels like." She snapped out of her trance and shut the washing machine lid, fiddling with the buttons. "I was wrong though."
"You thought you loved dad, didn't you?" The girl sat up resting her weight on her elbow, fidgeting with the necklace around her neck Ray had given her.
"I did."
"You said twice. Who else did you fall in love with?"
"Just some guy, in high school. We never dated though."
"Why not?"
"He switched schools, and we didn't keep in contact. He was suspended for starting a fistfight." She chuckled lightly and ran a hand through her silky hair.
"Sounds like a trouble maker." Y/n made a 'tch' sound with her tongue as if it were a small laugh.
