"B-But you said your brother was -- You said he can --"
"I lied about the part that he's in charge of returning the lost things," she mumbled, looking down at her feet like a child feeling guilty about breaking a vase. "But when I said that my brother can go to your world and this one back and forth, I was telling the truth," she clarified.
"What do you mean --'
"You're here now, and later you're not. After a while, you'd be back here again, usually with no memory of this place nor about who I am. And then you're gone once again. The cycle repeats," she told me.
"H-How is this even possible?"
"You didn't keep your promise."
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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?
