"No, the next number is --"
"No."
"What do you mean --"
"Nine."
I looked at her in confusion as she held up 9 fingers, "No, the next number is ten, followed by eleven, then twelve --" I stopped when she rushed towards me and leaned in, her eyes sparkling with curiosity, the tips of her hair shining bright yellow. "What?" I asked.
"Keep going."
I have no idea what's going on but did as I was told, anyway, "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen," I watched her nod enthusiastically at every number, "sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, ni --"
"That's it!" She snapped her fingers, "That's my age. Eighteen!"
I smiled widely, "That's good, now you know how old y --"
"Wait, is it correct? You just put two nine's together, right?" She stopped before recounting with her fingers again.
I frowned, "Two nine's?"
"Yeah," she nodded as she explained nonchalantly, "the 9 years when I was alive. Plus the 9 years I spent here when I died. That makes me . . . what did you say it was called again?" She thought hard before clapping, "Eighteen! I'm eighteen now."
" . . . "
"Well, I could've been."
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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?
