⭐️ •• "time is slowly tracing his face, but strangely he feels at home in this place." •• ⭐️ In 1894, the only thing on Elizabeth Bownett's mind was getting home. Snow covered streets were her enemy, she could barely see as the snow pelted her numb skin. Get home, was all she could think. Elizabeth had stayed out late, again, to sell the last few papers she had. It was blur, it went by fast. The cold of the snow, the way she looked at the stars like she was pleading for help. Make it stop. She walked through Manhattan. Get home. Don't tell them. Forget about it. Forget about everything that happened. No one can know. (No characters belong to me, except for Elizabeth! This is a fanfic, for some of you that requested it, based off of the Newsies! Broadway Musical) Started: August 2nd, 2016 Finished: April 3rd, 2021
17 parts