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╰⋯➤ 𝐖𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓
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the orphanage is not their home. kids,
they live with are not their siblings,
and the woman who raises them is not
their mother. rebellion may cost them more...
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【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 】
𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐊 the foundations of the orphanage, causing the glass in the windows to tremble dangerously, and a blinding lightning bolt illuminated the rows of beds lined up neatly against the walls. An elongated shadow appeared on the hardwood floor for a few seconds, until the light streaming through the curtains faded and the thunder died away, leaving only the sound of rain pattering on the roof. The soft ticking of the second hand of the clock continued for a few moments until, like the rest of the house, it stopped at half past one in the morning.
A glass on the bedside table by one of the beds shook as another rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. "It must have hit very close to the orphanage..." thought the quivering ball wrapped tightly in a blanket that trailed on the floor behind her as she slowly walked over to one of the beds. She didn't usually do this, but tonight was particularly stormy, so she decided to take a chance, even if it might end up in a serious scolding.
The sound of bare feet on the parquet floor was drowned out by the steady tapping of twigs against the bedroom window and the sound of the rain. The girl looked around the room, but no one woke up, so she slowly pulled her hand out of the fabric cocoon and moved the shape lying under the covers.
"Ray... Ray wake up..." she whispered, pressing her lips together.
The shape that turned out to be her friend didn't move. The girl wasn't sure if the boy was sleeping like a rock or he was just pretending to get her discouraged and make her leave.
"Ray, please, I'm afraid..." She started tugging the material even harder, until finally she heard a sluggish growl, the shape moved and the black-haired boy rolled over to the other side, rising on his elbow.
"It's very late, you should be sleeping" He rubbed his tired eyes and glanced at the clock, but only sighed when he saw that it had broken again. "Go back to bed"
"But the corridor is so dark" She pointed at the door.
"I can walk you out" he offered, but the girl's face took on an even more pleasing expression. "If Mom finds out you're out at night, you'll be punished, we both will. So you better get back to yourself" The bed creaked as he sat up and grabbed the edge of the quilt to uncover himself with a violent movement, but the girl held his hands.
"But I don't want to go back there. I don't want to stay there alone. Not when it's so dark and scary..."
"But there are a lot of other kids in your bedroom, Y/n. You're not alone. What about Emma and Gilda?" He crossed his arms over his chest, a note of irritation evident in his voice.
Y/n opened her mouth, but then closed it again, searching for the right argument. When she remained silent for a long time, the boy lowered his legs to the floor, saying:
