Maka.... she was always a good kid. Sweet, kind, caring in her own way. I always thought so, but when her father went to prison, she was not at all like Poppy I knew before....
She used to wear a bright smile and black eyes, glossy in the moonlight.
And now... she keeps at a great distance from everyone, hides her black eyeballs, speaks only before or after the lesson, doesn't allow strangers to touch her, even if it was an accident, a person gets a pretty strong kick on the shoulder. Thank God no one has been injured.
When I... took her to my house, she had long nightmares. I often watched her calling someone in a dream, crying, pulling her hands forward. If I don’t lie next to her, she starts to shiver, curls into a ball and so on until I embrace her.
I didn't understand for a long time who she calls....... I..... I only knew the name....... Wing....
A strange name, so unusual for me.....
I have long wanted to know who this is..... and.. once I asked her about it.. it was a big mistake......
Hearing this name, Pop cried, very much... I calmed her for a long time and soon she fell asleep........ I don't want to make her cry again.. I feel her pain..... I’m part of her after all..
She didn't live with me for a long time... they took her to the orphanage....... I........
I'm sorry I couldn't get you out of there.....
I promise.. that I will take you away, I will keep you in my warm arms, I will not let anyone harm you.......
M̵̢̢̢̢̢̛̱̙͙̼̝̻͚̼̲͓̩̟͔̙̭̩̳̭̳̖̥̗̤̱̳̘͍̝͕̜̗͂̒̂̎̏̽͌̎̑̋͐̌͒̐̑̅̈́̈́͊̓͑̆̽̈́̋̚͜͜͜͝ͅy̵̪̥̖͇̬͈̼̻͒ ̵̡̢̡̡̢̢̯̦̠̲̣̮͓̻̲̩̜͓̝͇̪̙̮͍̗̼̼̘̰͍̫̺̺͔̞̪̱͎̈́̍̿͂̃̃̆̑͗͘͜͝ͅl̸̨̡̢͖̬͇̼̻̹͚̞̺̟̟̮̹̘̗̯̘̥̬̲̰̻̻̫̜͚̫͇̯̳̲̘̞͇͇̪͖̙̝̮̮̟̺̭̠͋̉̍͒̀̾̽̊̄̋̃͋͊͆̈́͝ị̵̢̧̧̨̩̗̣̱̤̳̞̰͎̣͉͖̳͙̱̙̘͍̬̰̜̝̠͕͖͔͉̞̣͖̒̈̎͘͜ẗ̵̡̢̳͓̬̠͕̹̘̗̤̱̘̼̱͖͈̮͍͇̝͓̞̹̱̳͖̳̺̌̕͜͜͠t̷̢̛̛̛̼̝̥̫͙̯̙͈̫̤͉͓͎͎̯̼̘̮́̈͊̏̀̐̀̄̀̀̓̏̔̓͋͌̿͋̆̑́̍͑͒̒̽́̇̈̔̉̇͋͌͆̕͠ͅl̷̢̧̡̧̧̲͇͚͍͔̞̣̭̟̰͚̙͙̦͖̼͎̹͇̅̏̆̓̈̄̔̂͐́̇͆̔̀̾͆̇̉̒̈̊́̒̿͗͐̇̈́̚̕͝e̸̡̡̧̢̨̧̛̛̟̞̖͉̠̼͍̠͍̻͍̲̬̱̼̻̮̩̫̪̭̹͎̬͙̰̮̟͖͙̞̼̞̪͆̃͌̈̒̂͑͋̈́̏̀̈́̿͛̓́͋̿͗̽͊́̑̉̒͛̈́̌̄̄̎͒̓͗͘̚̚͜͜͝͠ ̸͇̣̤̋p̵̨̨̡̞̦͈͍͇̟̭̩̭̜̠͖̲̘̪̙̯̪̲̦̟̙̰̝̟̱̩̣͙̲̬͕͍̩̮͓͓̰͙̍͗͗̈́̇͐̍̾̐̆͋͆̅͊͐̉̈́̀̌̒̾̅͂̀̈́͆̐̐̀̐̾̾͑͗̃͐̚͝͝͠͝͝͝o̸̧̢̡̨̢̧̧̡̜̘̳̲͓̰͔̹̯̞̱̙̠̙̘̝̻͇͔̖̦͕̼͙̼̱̯̤̤̝̱̫̯̠̣̠̫͈̔̓̾̐̽̔̒̇́͂̂̈́̽̾̾͗̊̈́̃̽̊̍̎̽̀́̓͗́́́̽̏̂̏̓̋̏̚̕͜͜͜͝ͅp̴̢̜͙͍̥̰̗͕͙̘̻̻͍̱͇̗̠͙̺̬̈́̈́͜͜p̴̘͍̣͓̪̪̭̗̪̳̦̺̣͊͊͐̏̾͋̀͗̔͐͆̾̀̽̌̂͗̑̂̕͝͠y̷̗̿̈́̇͆̔̏͘.̵̨̨̡̨̛̯̜͇̜̩̪̥͇̭̾̎̓̃̏̈́̍̀͐̓̎͠.̵̡̨̢̢̡̛̩͔̝̥̥̙̣͙͔̩̲̰̺̫̯̥̭͓̹̥̩̥̤͈̼̖̱̖̲͈͙̤̘̦̼̞͍̘͔͙͇͐̎̇̽͘͘͘͜͠͠ͅͅͅ.̴̨̢̧̧̧̡̺̪͙͖͕̹̰̥͎̤̦͔͎̘̲͙̮̩͖̼͈̺̫͉͖̭̭̾͆͋̊͌̀̀̅̂̅̀̄͂̍̄̒̽̎̍̅̉̃͐̃͂͌̿̒͌̽̏̔̈́̌̕͜͝͠ͅ.̶̢̢͕͚̯̞͈̗͙͖͍̘͋̾̄̓̓́̓͐͐͗̓́̈̆͆̔̌̈́̇̾̄͂̉̇͛͑̆͌̔̃̊̄̂̋̀̄͘͘͝͝͝͝͝͝͝.̷̨̟̯̥̖͓͈͇͙̲͉̟̱͚̹̭̪͆͂͌͗́͂̆͒̎͋̿͗̃͆͆̉̾͂̓̀͐͂͊͜ͅ.̸̧̢̧̡̡̨̢̮͖̞̪̗͍̳͔̮͉̥̝͚͚̠̜̹̻̪̳͔̮̻͔͎̜̞̪͖̬̱͕͚̮̣̓̄̓̓͛̋̀̍̋̍̂̽͆̑̉̿̅͗̾͋̈́͆́̃̄̒̍͂̇͛̔̏̾͘͘̚͝͝ͅ.̸̺̔͛́̽͊͊̈́͒͌̃͋̐̃̓͑̆͑̂̋́͑͘͝͝͠͝͠.̷̧̲͚̹̞̥͎̱̥̮͍͔̰̼͉̠̠͙̥͔̳͎͈̩̥̹̫̩͔̼͇̥̙̘͈̪͔̳̞̜͙̹͚̬͇̀̉́̌͐̈̍̈́̚̕̕͜͝͝
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Fanfiction⚠️ Warning⚠️ This book is very old. Almost everything in it is written all thanks to google translator so you may see errors in the stories. Thank you for reading this piece and enjoy very old cringy book -3- Author of the arts for covers of 1st & 2...
