room on the page. Like, really, you're going to throw me in an enchanted house all by myself for twenty years and not even give me enough paper to write one chapter on? Rude.
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It seems fucked up that I have to age here. I definitely am, aging I mean. I was a teenager when they took me, and I'm definitely in my twenties now.
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Like, first Five disappears. Right in the middle of breakfast. Just runs out and never comes back.
The people showed up a month to the day later. I was up in the observatory, listening to the sounds of the people outside, when suddenly everything got quiet. Dead silent, the only sound in the room then my quiet breathing. And then the woman appeared. And now I'm here, I suppose.
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In which I try to recreate what happened the day Five disappeared~
The table is silent but for the clinking of silverware and crackling voice flowing over the radio. The girl eats quietly, watching the other children eat, focusing on her anchor. She is the first to notice her brother's flinch, and he ignores her eye contact as he stands, and asks, "Why can't I time travel?"
She tries harder to lock eyes with the other boy, to try to shut him up and sit him down.
The old man admonishes the boy for interrupting, barely looking up from his breakfast. He persists, arguing with the old man and eventually pushing away from the table in anger. He runs from the room, the others looking pointedly down at their plates.
"It does not do to make a scene." They all knew that.
The girl drops her fork and pushes her chair back, shivering as she passes through the table, running after the boy.
They flee the house, and the girl, mere steps behind, reaches for him in vain as he jumps out of her life.
She stands motionless on the sidewalk for what feels like an eternity. But there is no familiar pop, no body crashing into her arms, weak and full of regret. He does not come back.
She walks, body leaden with shame, back to the house.
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FanfictionThey called her "collateral". Taken in a year to the day after her brother's disappearance, her only explanation a mumble about ensuring a timeline. So Number Eight waited, existing neither living nor dead in a realm without time- never aging, only...
