Isabella walked along the lonely hallway, a soft smile resting on her face as she stopped to look outside from the window.
Her smile faltered as she stared at Emma who had her head hung low, bearing a defeated expression while all the other children tried cheering the girl up.
However, she was conflicted.
As satisfied and relieved she is about everything going back on track for her, she wasn't happy nor did she enjoy the sight of her beloved children hurting all for the sake of her victory.
She shifted her attention to the room ahead of her and sighed.
'Ray.. Forgive me for what I did to her.'
Her eyes landed on the now quiet albino who groggily came out of the bathroom, passing her as if she wasn't there.
'It's for their own good.' she justified herself.
A small sigh escaped her lips as she continued on and entered her room.
'I wonder how you're doing, Iza my dear..' she wondered, smiling sadly at the drawing the bluenette had gifted her with, sitting neatly on her desk.
There she was, in the drawing, smiling happily.
But she wasn't alone.
Emma, Norman, Ray and Iza stood there beside her, with a smile on their faces.
'My sweet children..'
'If only it stayed like this forever.' she hopelessly dreamed, holding the paper close to her chest.
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Iza stared at Emma as she snuck inside the infirmary to accompany a sick Norman.
'Idiot.' she thought to herself.
She waited outside beside the infirmary's door, watching her older siblings fail to distract Mama as Ray's eyes were discreetly on her.
Mama soon arrived and turned to look at them.
"Iza? Ray? What are you doing here beside the door?" She asked.
"Emma." Her and Ray said in unison as Mama stared at them confused.
"Emma?" She questioned, clutching the doorknob before twisting it open.
"Emma! How long have you been in there?"
"What would you do if you get sick too, huh?" She scolded, resting her hands on her hips.
"But Ray said I would be fine." Emma responded as Mama stared at her.
"Ray?"
"It says here that idiots don't get sick." Ray spoke, pointing at the book he was holding.
"In any case, you shouldn't be here." Isabella sighed, dragging Emma outside.
"I don't want to see you in there, Emma. Iza please don't let her sneak inside again." She ordered the bluenette as she took out a 'keep out' caution tape and taped it to the door.
The bluenette gave a single nod before Mama left.
"Hngg but Norman will be so lonely! I want to talk to him!" Emma whined while Ray stared at her.
"You can make a string telephone, so you can talk to him here outside." Ray suggested, causing Emma's eyes to light up.
"How do I make it?" She eagerly asked.
"Just poke a hole at the bottom of each cup and tie a knot from the inside. Like this." he instructed, pointing to his book with a picture of the telephone as Emma leans to look at it.
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|| Blue Violet || The Promised Neverland x OC
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