A little girl name (Y/n), who had a mother and father, and lost them at the age of 5. She became traumatized and muted. She was all by herself. Stranded, nobody helped her, until an old man with a long white beard, a stick in his hand, and some hat...
Requested by: @ooniomii This person had also drawn a fan art so credit to them for the art.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Soo beautiful 🤧 (Y/n)'s POV
"(Y/n), where are you taking me?" Lloyd question me as I held his hand with my two smaller hands, leading him to grandpa's room. As we enter, grandpa wasn't around, giving me a biiiig chance to get a curtain book that had caught my attention. We approached a tall red book case, with different type of colorful books and other item's separated from each other into three shelves. Since I'm very short, I slowly climb up the shelf myself like a spider.
"Hey, (Y/n)! Stop!" Lloyd stops me by wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me from the shelf and gently setting me down. "What are you trying to grab?" He asked. I pointed at a brown leather book that is at the very top of the shelf laying down instead of face upwards. "Um, I'm not sure what your pointing at, but I'll give you a piggy back ride to get the book that you wanted." I nod at Lloyd's idea. He crouches for me to get on his back. Slowly getting on his back, Lloyd lifts me up.
I reached out my hand while using Lloyd's shoulder as my support.
{You know, you're invading someone's privacy.}
'It's not invading if you know the person.'
I was so paid attention of reaching a book, I didn't notice I stuck out my tongue. Pushing Lloyd's shoulder to get higher, my hand is so close reaching a leather brown book. I was so close to touching it, but instead I touched some fabric under the book I wanted... wait a fabric? Why didn't I notice that. I tugged at the hem of a fabric and at every tugs I do, the book would move with the fabric, showing the corner of the book sticking out of the shelf.
{*Sighs* Where is your manners?}
After a few more pulls on the cloth, the book was wobbling at the edge. A smile spread across my face from being so close to getting it. I thought, if I pull the cloth gently, the book will be tilted a bit and it would make it easy from me to grab. Without even being cautious because of how excited I was, I pull the cloth harsher from how I wanted it to be.
