{ his point of view }
"Why are you in such a hurry?" I asked as I tried to keep up with her pace. So far, we walked for about two hours already, occasionally stopping for breaks or battling out Swipers who kept bringing lost / stolen things into the place.
"I can't be late for dinner, mom's gonna be furious," she sighed before pulling me as she ran towards another path.
My vision's getting blurry, probably because I'm tired after all the walking. I feel sleepy as well. I should go home, too. Hopefully, her brother can bring me back to our world soon.
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
