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ON GOING
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I would like to go... Back to the old house...
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I've been waiting, I was born waiting...
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IN WHICH
Everything has changed, so all they want to do is go back to the simpler times.
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Vi x OC
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Brandy's POV~
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I dragged my feet along the bridge. Flames and bodies surrounded us as the red sky loomed above everything.
My brother latched onto my arm, staring at our broken boots, not daring to look up. I guided us through looking for anyone still alive.
Our parents had died right in front of us, shot through their hearts by enforcers. They still ran around, wanting us all dead.
My brother Ekko kept tripping due to not looking where he was going, but when I stopped walking, he tripped over my foot. A man was fighting an enforcer, using what looked to be a bat or pipe.
When he was sure the enforcer was out, he turned to us. I made Ekko look up so he could see that the man had started to walk towards us. We gasped and stepped back.
"No, no! I'm sorry. I won't hurt you." He stated as he dropped the bat and walked towards us.
We broke down, and I fell to my knees as the gravity of everything hit me like a train. I sobbed in agony, and Ekko began to do the same, and he hugged my shoulders.
The man picked us up and took us back where we started. Back home. Piltover untouched and the bridge in ruins. Our 10 - and 6 year old bodies drained and scared as I looked back and the retreating enforcers.
And out the mist came another man, stronger and slimmer in build and also carrying two young children.
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