𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓇𝓎𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉 || 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹

... that was meant to be broken

As mentioned, Y/n was standing in front of the entrance to Grace Field House in her departure uniform. She smiled sadly at the children that began to gather around in order to utter their last goodbyes, or more like, cry them out.

"So my lovelies, what can I say, thanks for the time."

"Y/N!" Phil shouted out, running up to the girl. "Don't leave! Please!" He cried while hugging the girl tightly as if he wanted to prevent the girl from stepping out of the house, which unfortunately was unpreventable.

Y/n bent down, creasing the boy's cheek lightly in a soothing manner. Her left hand was bandaged, and each time she curled her fingers a sharp pain was sent out across her palm. "Phil, please don't cry." Her voice was barely over a whisper. A way to keep it steady. "Let's have our last goodbyes with smiles on our faces okay?"

"No!" He shouted. At this point, his voice was sounding far more angry than desperate. Or maybe even a hint of disappointment could be found in it. "You can't leave! Who will give me piggyback rides? Who will play train-and-conductor with me?"

Y/n sighed lightly and turned around Phil, pointing towards where Gilda and Don were standing. "Conductor Phil, Y/n has to retire from her position as the locomotive, but I am sure they are willing to become my successors." Phil looked once again at Y/n, wanting to say something more, a word, a sentence, anything but didn't succeed. Therefore, Y/n continued. "Gilda has an eye for clothes, undoubtedly she can sew you a conductor's hat!"

"Y/n..." Two more children approached their crouching sister. More precisely Thoma and Lannion, who were completely dry of their usual positivity. Now, a deep sorrow was sprinkled all over them. From their posture to their facial expressions they were wearing. And Y/n could only nod when her name was called out.

"You should have told us! That you... you..."

The tears that had begun assembling slowly raced down the girl's cheeks. "I am so sorry boys... it's nothing I had control over."

Lies. Lies. Lies.

"Don't play dumb!" It was now Don that spoke up. "I'm sure mama informed you, but 'of course' you being you didn't tell us!"

"Exactly! How else could this come all of the sudden!" Gilda chimed, her voice unusually high-pitched from crying.

Y/n cast a side-glance upon mama, and with that non-verbal action begging her to convey the explanation instead of her.

"Y/n's new family was eager to meet her!"

A scoff full of hatred escaped from the back, but other than that, the hall remained silent of words.

"But... Y/n will write us letters right?" Sherry silently sobbed, trying to wipe her tears with the sleeves of her shirt, but unfortunately, that action was pointless when her tears couldn't stop falling.

Y/n's fingers flew over her own cheeks, erasing the wet tracks, giving her time to clear her throat as well. "Of course Sherry!"

The older girl stood up, which marked the beginning of her trying to jump over higher crossbars, or simply, face more crucial goodbyes. One of those was her goodbyes to Emma and Ray.

The said orange-haired girl in a two-steps-travel was in front of Y/n, whilst her crutches fell to both her sides. Emma's arms flung around Y/n wrapping her into a warm hug, almost as if Y/n was wrapped in a blanket that gave her the extra warmth she needed before there would be a change in temperature. Not from exiting the house, and stepping into the cold air of the evening. But from exiting this lifetime, stepping into nothingness.

"I'm so sorry Y/n!" Emma sobbed out, wanting to bury her face into the other girl's crock of the neck. "So, so sorry!"

"Sunshine... what are you sorry for?" Y/n slowly caressed the back of Emma's head, entangling her fingers in the orange locks. It was as if every part of Emma didn't want the other girl to leave and physically tried to hold onto her. Even the antenna and her curl-comrades.