She took my hand and led me to a room. The same room where I did her hair and where we made drawings and all.
"W-What's going on?" I asked, still unable to believe what's happening right now.
She walked towards the corner and pulled a piece of cloth, unveiling a box underneath. She struggled to pull it towards where I am.
"What's that?"
She just smiled before opening the box, revealing several sheets of paper, all with the familiar drawing printed on them.
"I kept asking you to draw cats every time you come here."
I counted all thirty-seven of the drawings before I turned to her. I felt my heart tear when her hair didn't turn white. It's true.
And I don't remember any of it.
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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?
