𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 created like the sun. 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 made like the moon.
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always shining, remaining happy, no matter the obstacles she goes through.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always in the dark, covered in shade and grumpiness.
But one thing, is that when the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍...
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I reread her journal for the tenth time, something in here has to help.
Liam had promised that he had nothing to do with his kidnapping, at first, I hadn't believed him until the man broke down and ended up leaving the house because of the tears streaming down his face.
Seeing him cry made me remember how many times Estelle had cried in front of me, and that fucking feeling did not feel good.
She was supposed to be the sunny, happy person but truly, she was hurt.
And Liam was resembling her with his tears.
I have never hated someone so much, I will kill him if I do not find Estelle.
I take a seat on her bed, once again, with her teddy bear in my hands. I look down at the brown bear, it looks so old, like a childhood bear.
I move the fur away from the eyes, as I exhale sharply.
How on earth will I find her?
I'm just praying they haven't flown her across the country at this point. I let go of the bear, gently laying it on the bed.
My eyes scan her room, taking in the cozy vibe.
I always wondered how she spent her free time when she wasn't working.
Would she go out clubbing with Flora? Sit all day, stalking her brother and taking notes to make sure he's okay? Perhaps she did neither, I used to take all the free time she had with the stupid ideas we would come up with.
I stand up and move towards her vanity, I look at the small photos sticking on the corner of her mirror.
Only to pause, one picture catching my attention. It's a photo of kids and their parents.
Three kids, two boys, one girl. Two mothers and two fathers.
The girl looks around two years old with her honey eyes, Estelle.
The boy holding her looks a bit older with the same honey eyes and brown hair, Liam.
And a smiling kid, slightly older than both of them, his once warm, grey eyes looking at my cold, grey ones.
Me.
I look at the parents behind us, my mother and father holding each other as they grin widely. The other parents—Estelle's— smiling down at the three kids.
It was them.
I knew it, I knew Liam looked familiar when I saw him. I knew Estelle looked so familiar because of her honey-coloured eyes.
Our parents had grown up together and wanted the same for us. They were the ones that discovered the forest, they used to take us all there and we would spend our free time painting stones, singing, eating. Everything.
