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- Isabella returned home that same night trying to free her mind. She'd have to deal with whoever had went to the gate and see the package, and for this, she needed backup. As she returned to her office, she unlocked the secret room behind her bookshelves and went towards the communication device.
- She turned the nob to speak to one of the persons at headquarters. "Hello? Is anybody there?" She called out to the device, getting a response. "Isabella, how have you been?" A woman responded.
- "I have been fine, but I came here to request an assistant for the house." "An assistant?" The woman sounded shocked. "I thought you would be more than capable to take care of Gracefield?" Isabella sighed as she gathered the sentence in her head to respond. "I am, but I need-"
- "Are the children trying to escape?" The woman asked, cutting the mother of the house off. Isabella gulped, "Yes. All I need is an assistant to watch over the little ones." Afraid, she waited. "I will send a sister along with the replenishment, make sure they don't get away. The children you have raised are prime quality, better than the rest." And with that, the communication device cut off as Isabella stood up from the stool.
- She had heard a little cry from one of the babies and made her way to see what had happened. She cradled the small baby in her hands, as she stared down at it.
- As the baby fell asleep, Isabella placed it into the crib. "Maria" was the name embarked on the crib. Many other children had this as well as Isabella watched the whole room. She truly felt sorry for all the children that have and are going to be killed in the future.
- She placed on the nightlight before walking out, closing the door carefully and slowly before hearing a tiny click. She looked back up to see a smaller boy, the same familiar face that seemed to be visiting her quite often now.
- "I know you're not here, 𝐿𝑒𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑒." The young boy smiled up at her. The way she said his name was almost heartbreaking for her to hear.
- She walked through him, seeing the illusion disappear. Sometimes, she honestly wished he wouldn't disappear, like he did that night. But Isabella has to remember, she ℎ𝑎𝑑 to remember. That he was gone.
- It was another day, without Leslie. She looked up at her calender. It was now midnight, as the stars shined brightly. The woman looked out the window to see two little butterflies. One was a bright yellow as the other was a yellow. They both swirled around eachother until the blue one had flew away, disappearing into the night.
- Where had she gotten this nostaglia from? It felt like she knew what it was, and it was on the tip of her very tongue. Yet she couldn't remember. She didn't even notice a single tear dripping down her cheek. She wiped away the remains, sniffling.
- She looked back at the calendar. Tomorrow would mark the day of Leslies death. It has been around 19 years and she still burdens his death.
- It was silly, honestly. She sat down to pull out some ink and paper to mark the date. She felt the need to write, not anything, but her feelings. She thought if she had lived on for his sake, maybe she wouldn't feel as guilty. But to her surprise, the guilt just grew and grew over the years.
- She remembers how she had given birth back at headquarters. In order to become a mother, you had years of training, and eventually, you'd have to give birth to reproduce and prove your skills.
- But still, she has made it this far. And even became one of the top best shipping grounds at this moment. She wasn't going to give up. And only Leslie had motivated her to keep going.
