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Nobodies POV

Past.

Freya was humming a song as she braids Monica's hair. "Frey." Maria whispers, somberly.

Freya looks up, worried.

Freya knows something's wrong, by the look on Maria's face.

Freya looks down at her granddaughter, not biologically but she treats her as she is her own.

Maria and Monica were family to the Danvers.

"Go to your room, I'll finish up later." Freya says

Monica nods and she runs up the steps of the stairs and into her room.

Freya turns to Maria. "What is it." Freya ask

Maria swallows harshly. "It's Carol." Maria says

....

Freya is at her daughters empty grave. This was to familiar.

The funeral was just held but she stayed behind.

There was crunching noise behind her and she looks up to see Logan walking up to her.

The two were separated for five years, but the love was still there. Freya couldn't be in a relationship, not right now.

Logan understood but he was waiting for her. For now they stand side by side, staring at their little girls grave.

"It doesn't feel real." Freya says

Logan nods, tears in his eyes. "It doesn't." Logan says "our little girl is gone." Freya chokes

Freya covers her mouth to muffle her cry, she clutches to her stomach as painful sobs rack through her body.

Logan places a hand on her back, head down. She needs to let it out. She needs to let out all of the pain.

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