𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘱𝘯

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘓𝘝𝘐𝘐𝘐

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐂

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
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Finding a single person on this vast planet is a tremendous task to take on.

We searched and searched, but we couldn't find her. Two years passed without much progress. Emma is no where to be found, no matter how hard we searched.

At one point, the despair was almost overwhelming. We even began to wonder if she was still alive at all, our hopes flickering like a candle in the darkness. But giving up without a shred of certainty was never an option for us.

During those two years, while the mystery of Emma loomed large over us, Norman refused to let despair define our future. Instead, he took a bold leap forward and started his own business. With Ray and Vincent at his side, he built a thriving business that spanned several fields, from medicine manufacturing and social welfare programs to ambitious engineering projects and large-scale construction works.

Life, however, had more to offer than just work and relentless searching. We welcomed our son into the world. He is a gentle, kind-hearted boy who seems to have inherited Norman's soft and kind nature, but your stubbornness.

His presence brought a glimmer of hope and joy for you.

The town was bustling today—a vibrant swirl of people, the shouts of street vendors, and the clamor of busy footsteps echoing against the cobblestones as you continued your search for Emma.

As you walked, you glanced over at your son, who was again fussing with his scarf. "I don't think he likes his scarf." you murmured softly, watching him tug at the fabric for what must have been the tenth time. His small hands clutched it tightly, as if it were both a comfort and a burden.

Before you could say anything further, Norman steps in gently. He carefully took the scarf from the little hands, methodically rewinding it around his neck once again, ensuring it was snug enough to protect him from the cold.

"I don't want you getting sick again, my love." he murmured softly, his tone filled with both tenderness and quiet resolve. "You need to keep it on."

You shifted your son onto your hip. "Are you alright?" you asked in a gentle tone, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead.

Your son pouted, his tiny face scrunching up as his bright red nose stood out against his pale, flushed cheeks from the chill. "Mmmph.." he replied—a protest more adorable than alarming.

Norman chuckled softly at the sound, and despite the tension of your ongoing search, you couldn't help but smile.

Norman straightened up and looked around at the busy market, his eyes scanning the crowds of people and myriad stalls. "I know it's hard, being out here." he said, his gaze meeting yours with a reassuring firmness. "But every step takes us closer to finding Emma."

You nodded, the bustling town momentarily fading into the background as you focused on his words. "I know." you replied quietly. "It feels like we're running in circles sometimes."

Norman's jaw tightened slightly. "We won't give up, Y/n. Every vendor, every face in the crowd—one of them might have seen something. We'll keep asking questions until we have an answer."

At that moment, a vendor called out, selling freshly roasted chestnuts, and your son's eyes lit up—momentarily distracted from the cold and your worries.

"Do you want one?" you asked with a smile as you looked down at him. He shook his head, too wrapped up in the comforting security of your closeness.

Norman reached out and affectionately ruffled your son's hair, a fond smile on his face. "Anything you want, we'll get it for you."