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[snowwhite_chaos]

This entry isn't really about Kevin. It's someone else entirely.

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[neverquitedies]

He's standing in front of a window, the curtains billowing out a little ominously.

This isn't how it was supposed to happen. It isn't where he was supposed to be. He should have been home, with Rain now- was he really trapped here? Yuca didn't know what to do now- if dying wouldn't work...

Yuca's a bit different than he was last time he'd been here. The boy was about ten years old, small, slender, snappable. He looks like he might cry.

[mister_hatter]

"Are you lost, little bit?"

Break pokes him in the back with his cane. He simply wasn't in the room a moment before.

[neverquitedies]

Yuca turns and looks up quietly, his eyes brimming with little boy tears.

The resemblance is almost painful.

[mister_hatter]

"Yuca?"

It's enough to knock the air out of him.