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.
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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.
