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seven.eight

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Esther's POV (OH SHIIII.)
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Time froze, and it scared me.

It stopped to tell you my story. So, here it goes.

Hello, I'm Esther Grace Frantzich. Sister to Jonah Marias Roth Frantzich.

I was only 9 when I went missing. My mother was really on my nerves and my father was leaving so I decided to leave too.

I left really late that night, before my father would get back from work. I left notes for my whole family, except Jonah.

See, I knew I was going to get into Jonah's mind. So, I knew he would someday end up in these woods. Thing is, it wasn't him controlling himself. And yet it was difficult to keep his boyfriend with him.

Now it's 4 years later, not a big number but it's a long time. Let me rephrase that actually.

1,460 days.

Better? Good.

I saw Corbyn and Jonah walking a long a path, not talking and about 5 feet apart. (MEME!)

When all of the sudden, they were ambushed by my pack of elks. I should've said something, and Jonah said it was his fault. It was mine.

I'm surprised I'm not dead by now.

I thought Tim would've shot me with a gun by now. I thought he would be yelling at me, ya know.

Like, "why the hell did you leave?!"

Nope, I got his first tear drop for 40 years. He really has broken inside.

I'm glad I found my one and only family.

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Timothy's POV (short.)

"E-Esther," I croaked out. She smiled at me, her shining ones. I smiled back, running to her. I tackled her into a hug.

"I thought I lost you forever," I cried. She chuckled at me. "You'll never loose me," she smiled. We backed and and she went and kneeled by Jonah.

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Esther's POV

"Back off," Daniel growled.

"No dipshit, I'm Esther Frantzich, bitch," I seethed at him.

He backed away. The fuck? He scared of a 13 year old?? Whatever.

"Jonah, bubby," I whispered in his ear. He looked at me and went wide eyed.

"ESTHER!!"

I chuckled at him and hugged him back. Oh, how I missed this boy so much. He was the highlight of the words "my day."

"Hey bubby," I smiled.

I looked at Corbyn, all torn and bloody on the ground.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault. Their my pack of elks," I kissed Jonah's head. "No," he said.

"Okay then sassy," I grinned. He giggled. I mentally screamed inside.

"It's to late, bubby. We lost him," I hugged him once more. He went limp in my arms.

God, he'a still fainting these days?

I do feel really bad. I loved the sound of Corbyn. It broke my heart to see both of them like this.

And yet I caused it all.

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I'm not crying, or blushing.
You are.

lmao.

- Jay Jay ☀️🍭