Well, no need to get angry. There's nothing you can do about it now.
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“I /WILL/ be angry! My- my daughter’s dead, she’s… I didn’t get to tell her I loved her again..”

Very sick. And alone. No one was there. No one came when she called for her maman or her papa. No one was there to hold her when she died.
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“One of /you/ took her from me, I WASN’T ALLOWED TO SEE HER AND HOLD HER.”

She's gone. It was horrible too. She was so sick at the end. So miserable.
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“… sick? … oh god.. oh god, my poor baby, my poor bambina..!”

*She’s definitely crying btw*

Ari's dead
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“I- no. You’re wrong, she’s fine. She’s okay.”

Books! BooksBooksBooksBooksBOOKS! The little bunny hopped excitedly in her direction until he ran into her foot. Snowball leaned on Books' leg with his front paws, begging to be picked up. Snowball needed cuddles.
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She laughed at the bunny’s excitement, bending down to pick up the tiny animal. “I’m right here, silly.” She held him up to her face and pressed a kiss in between his ears. 

The little bunny awoke under a pile of shirts that smelled like Books. But those shirts were definitely not Books. Where was Books? Deciding it was necessary to find out, Snowball dug his way out of the pile of clothes and set out to find her.
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Sammi hummed as she plunked out notes on the piano, a new piece of music in front of her. She heard the rustling of her clothes and looked over at the pile of shirts. “Are you awake now, Snowball?”

wandering-aperture:

pianowolf:

“She looks, she’s reeeeaally tall, and she’s got biiig brown eyes and she talks like this,” he said, trying to imitate Leah’s accent. “An’ I think her name’s Leah cause that’s what my auntie and daddy call her, but I jus’ call her Mama.”

Children always gave the most simplistic of descriptions, but Grace did her best to visualize what each and every lost little one poured out. Yet as Sam went on, her mind began to connect the dots, a soft gasp escaping her. “Leah! Your mama’s name is Leah?” She couldn’t help but grin, quickly rising and grasping the boy’s hand once more. “She isn’t too far away, silly! And I bet she’ll be looking for you, too.”

“Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, I wanna find my mama!” He tugged on her hand, face lighting up. In his excitement, his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose, and the four year old pushed them up hurriedly. If this lady knew where his mama was, she might know where everyone else was, too.