A week after your father’s death, we see you lying in your bed still. You haven’t left the house since the funeral, let alone talked to anyone besides a few words. But today’s different, you manage to pull yourself to your feet and walk to the front door. Hesitantly you turn the nob, opening the door and being blinded by the sun. Covering your eyes you step outside, and the smells instantly fill your nose. Before you could make it down the step you’d hear someone shout. Y/N!?
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14/12/2024