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Grace Field House was my beloved home.
I loved it, we all loved it -- and how could we not?
We were just orphans, who knew only that the food was delicious, the beds were comfy, the playtime was fun, and that above all,
We loved Mama
and Mama loved us.
It'd be gone now, though.
The chasm that sat between us and the wall proved it.
I glanced over at the others. They were family to each other, but not family to me; out of sixteen faces, only three were recognizable.
"Zia," said 81194: Ray. His ashen eyes, full of bewilderment, demanded answers. Emma stood beside him, panting, gazing wearily at me.
"What happened up there?"
I looked up one last time at the lone figure on the wall. It was Mama -- their Mama.
"Nothing," I replied, and left it at that.
Such a dispiriting truth was best left hidden and buried — Grace Field was, after all, a graveyard.
A graveyard full of truths, lies, legacies, and of course,
bodies.
If only our regrets could join them, too.
But we had no choice but to carry them onward.
We'd press on in search of something amazing. For the elusive light that we called freedom.
And with Hell to our backs, surely, we were already one step closer.
...If only things were that simple.
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October 7th, 2020
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Wings from Hell || The Promised Neverland
Fanfiction*• Season 1 Spoilers below •* ~ ~ ~ ❝I know you will find the light. You will find it, even without me.❞ It's not as if Zia had wanted to cry. All she wanted was to be brave and strong, exactly as he had told her to be. But the moment those words ec...
