"W-WHAT? REALLY??!" Emma shouted in disbelief as her jaw dropped.
She couldn't believe what she was staring at.
Bombs.
"Keep your voice down Emma! Mama might hear you!" Gilda covered the other girl's mouth as Emma nodded.
"Are these real..? Where did you find these??" The orange-haired girl asked, still in shock and amazement.
"Phil and Yvette found them."
"They found some on the trees and in the well."
"There was some food, and clothes."
"The instructions said to light the cloth in them, throw them on anything and it will set it on fire."
"Who made those?" Emma asked, curious as to who would be capable of making such destructive items.
'Had someone else also known about the secret beforehand? Who is it?' Emma pondered.
"Iza did."
"The note had her numbers written on the bottom [77193]." Gilda responded, as Emma's eyes widened in surprise.
'Of course it was her..'
'What other secrets does this girl have?' Emma thought to herself, snickering.
"You have to tell Norman, this could be really helpful in distracting Mama during the escape" Emma spoke as Gilda nodded in agreement.
"I will." she nodded, before leaving Emma under the tree.
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Ray sat on his makeshift bed, inside the library slowly drifting to sleep as a certain tune envelopes his ears, gaining his attention.
He sighs, rubbing his eyes as a light chuckle leaves his lips.
‘So I'm hearing things now? Great..’ he thought to himself.
He hadn't heard it in years, yet he recognized that tune, it was the bluenette's second favorite piece to play on her violin.
It was supposedly called "Claire de lune".
He had caught her playing it under the tree one day when no one was looking.
She hadn't noticed him sitting beside her as she was focused on playing, leaving him to stare and listen to her in awe.
He was mesmerized by her.
She read the sheet music from a book she had found under her lap and played along to it.
Casually holding the bow, she watched how her eyes trailed to each note and smiled to herself for every note she played perfectly.
That is until,
"GAH!" She yelled in surprise, causing the boy to break free of his trance as she nearly smacked him with the bow.
"Ray you idiot, i nearly had a heart attack!" She exclaimed, annoyed, yet relieved to know it was only him.
"Payback for all the times you've done that to me." He smirked, flicking the girl on the forehead before being punched lightly on the shoulder by the bluennette.
"So you play the violin? Who taught you?" The boy asked, earning a small frown from the girl who remembered Ilyann teaching her about the guitar and violin.
"Yeah, I do, only sometimes though." She responded, dodging the last question as Ray got the hint soon after.
"Ok, what song were you playing?" He asked, slowly and secretly scooting closer to her.
"It's called Claire de lune. It's my second favorite song to play, it's romantic, peaceful and calming." the girl responded, causing the boy to raise a brow at her.
"Romantic? Didn't think you'd be into that kind of thing." He smirked, earning a small chuckle from the girl.
"Not really, I'm not as invested as Gilda and Anna are, but I like reading about it sometimes. It's cute." She smiled softly, glancing at Emma who stood alongside Norman hanging laundry.
Smiling at one another as Iza smiled sadly.
"Hey, Ray..?"
"Have you ever liked someone?"
"Like Norman does with Emma?" The bluennette asked, as the boy only laughed.
"Why? Do you like someone? Is it Norman?~ You were staring at him so longingly just now~" he teased, smirking smugly, and ignoring the jealousy and sadness he felt tugging on his heart.
"No, you nincompoop. I was just asking."
"Besides, you're blind as hell. I was staring at Emma." She smirked, knowing fully well her attention was solely one her orange-haired idiot.
"I'm curious about what it feels to like someone to that extent.."
"Is it worth it?" She questioned, sighing in annoyance as the boy glanced away.
To him, seeing her like this was worth anything.
"I bet you don't even like anyone."
"Why did I even bother asking you, you'll be lonely forever anyways."
"H-hey! Of course I do. It's not like I'm incapable of liking someone." he retorted, crossing his arms.
"Oh? Who is it?? Is it Anna?~~ Ohhh do tell~~" she cooed, leaning closer to the boy as their faces were mere inches from one another.
"None of your business, you idiot." he flicked the bluenette's forehead, causing her to back away as he desperately tried to compose himself.
"It doesn't matter anyway.." he muttered under his breath, looking away sadly as the girl stared at him confused, rubbing the spot that Ray had flicked before grabbing her violin and positioning it on her shoulder again.
"Hey Ray, listen to this." Iza spoke, as the boy turned to look at her in surprise soon after, as she was playing Mama's tune perfectly.
"H-how do you know that song?" He asked, shocked, causing the girl to laugh.
"You keep humming it to me when I'm down, you buffoon."
"How could you forget? And here I thought I had a horrible memory." She chuckled, oblivious to the woman who stared at them in awe from afar.
It brought back a distant, painful, and nostalgic memory from long ago.
One that she cherishes to this day, and maybe this current moment will be one that the bluennette and her son would cherish as well.
'Yeah that's right, it doesn't matter.'
'Because at the end of the day, you're dead. And you chose Norman in the end.' he thought to himself as he remembered the night he confessed.
He felt like such an idiot.
That was the most cliche thing ever, he forced himself on her, despite knowing her feelings for the albino, foolishly thinking he could have a chance and was rightfully pushed away by the bluennette.
'I wonder what she thought that day.. She should've just punched me, I should've just kept quiet.'
'I should've noticed what she was doing sooner..' He thought to himself slowly drifting off to sleep, as the music enveloped his ears. Comforting him like a soft and comfortable blanket.
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"Norman? We found something." Gilda entered the room next to the library, causing Norman to stop playing the violin.
"What is it?" He asked, turning away from the paper with sheet music.
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