It had just been a game. A silly otome game with yandere capture targets.
Everything changes when she finds herself in the world that inspired the story she'd played.
The Caretakers warned her her new timeline would implode if she wasn't careful i...
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Silver.
Slashing pain.
Small hands reaching.
A woman reaching for a man in the last moments before death.
Small arms were left outstretched, and the aching pain as everything dissolved.
Darkness, nothing but endless darkness.
A tear fell down a small, round cheek. Little lashes fluttered open, a breath hitched, and for a moment a mind had to settle once more. Tree bark eyes searched the dark room, and a body shook, small hands grasped at the covers beneath her.
"Little flower?" A familiar voice with a warm undertone eased tense muscles, and the little girl let out a sigh of relief.
She was on Terra.
A ceiling with supporting wooden beams and terran plaster greeted her view while her gaze focused above.
"Vienna?" A large hand with strong fingers brushed wavy curls that had stuck to her forehead. She shuddered before wincing as the large fingers hesitated on her brow. "Nightmare again?"
Her eyes followed the hand's frame to the broad shoulders but otherwise lean figure of her father.
He stood from her bed and crossed over to the washstand.
Vienna's small arms trembled when she tried to lift herself up, her hands sunk into the bedding instead.
"Don't you move, little one."
A long breath of air escaped her lungs when she fell back against her soft linen pillow. Her small hands were raised so she could view them.
She had yet to get used to her small body, even though she'd been Vienna since infancy. She missed the freedom she used to have in her other life.
"Pop, I'm ok. We can go to breakfast now."
Her brown eyes watched her father's dark eyebrows furrow as he came back to her side. His fathomless eyes studied her, he wiped her brow with the dampened washcloth, his lips pursed.
Sometimes it felt like he could see into her very being.
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