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𝟏𝟎. ❙𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭

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•☼.⭒✻❙ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 ❙✻⭒.☼•

❝ 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. ❞

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𝑰 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔

❛ love you forever and forever. love you with all my heart. love you whenever we're together. love you when we're apart ❜

        𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑆𝑆𝐼𝑁𝐺, 𝐿𝑂𝐿𝐴 had gone straight from misty's house back to Kyle's. She was worried about him, that look on his face was familiar and not in a good way. Lola saw part of herself within Kyle when he saw his mother again. That look of fear, but safety. It was as if Kyle was home, but he still didn't feel safe there. Lola knew that feeling all too well.

Since she had spent the day dropping off Kyle, spending time with Misty, and going back and forth constantly, but the time Lola got back to the Spencer household, it was dark out. It wasn't too late he would be asleep, or at least she hoped. It might make getting him out of the house without it getting ugly.

When Lola got to the front door, she knocked, but the door just pushed open. Lola thought that was strange, but she walked in anyway. She didn't hear anyone inside, but no one would leave the door unlocked after going to sleep. She called out, "Kyle?"

Lola closed the door behind her before she made her way through the house. She wandered through the living room and past the kitchen, peaking her head into open rooms. Nothing. The house was completely silent. Lola moved to the hallway where the bedrooms were and pushed open a door she assumed was Kyle's. She gasped, startled by the sudden sight of Ms. Spencer laying dead on the floor with her head bashed in and blood splattered everywhere.

"Lola..." At the sound of such a familiar and missed voice, Lola looked down the hall next to her and saw Kyle standing at the end with his eyes watering, his clothes covered in blood along with his hands and face. He held a bloodied trophy and a distraught expression.

Lola rushed over to him seeing as how he was about to cry. She gently and cautiously took the trophy out of his hands and put it down on the ground. Kyle's eyes never left her, but that heartbroken expression made her only want to make him happy. "Hey. Kyle, it's okay. You're standing on your own! That's great! And you said my name, Kyle! You know my name! I'm so happy for you, this is good. You're getting better."

Kyle's eyes were still watering, he was still looking deep into her eyes. His hand moved over to cup her jaw, wanting to feel her beauty, he spoke weakly and barely above a whisper, "...Butterfly..."