★𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐲★

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Y/N sat up in her bed and sighed. "Hey. Good morning" norman smiled. "Good morning" she replied and rubbed her eyes. "We're going out to try and find them again. Wanna come?" He asked. "There probably dead norman." She spoke. "What?" He asked with wide eyes

"Look I get it. You love her but...its helpless. They all think we're dead. Ray's probably forgotten me and Emma's probably forgotten us to. The kids also probably think were dead. What's the point of all this?" She spoke.

Her knees wer pulled up to her chest and her dress fell down slightly exposing her thighs to the cold. He rested his hand gently on her head. "We're all going out today so you just sleep and get some rest. Your sick after all" he sighed

"I'm dying norman" she corrected.