May 17th, 2016
"Lynn?! Lincoln?! DON'T-"
Lynn Loud raced away from the Loud residence. The sounds of the huge fire decreased with every step she took. She heard a pair of footsteps, not her own, coming from behind. It was Lincoln, had to be. Lynn decided to take a different path, immediately making a left, after passing the third block down. She turned her head, seeing Lincoln running straight, ignoring her.
Lynn slowed down a bit, still looking back. Maybe Lori or Leni had gone after them. She didn't knoe, but she didn't stop to find out.
Lynn advanced at the end of the block. She stood at a bus stop, checking her pockets. Bingo. Lynn had only two dollar bills. She sat at the bench, waiting, trying to get the image of the fire at the sme time.
The local bus took its time to finally arrive, not knowing abiut Lynn's current predicament. She inserted in the dollar to the pay machine, and took her seat. She noticed the people around were mainly elders. No one batted an eye, however, even as her face was actually sweating a little, and the fear in her face was clear as daylight.
Her eyes locked on outside the window, looked around to unfamiliar places she'd never been to, in her whole thirteen years of life. The more she looked, the more she felt like a stranger in Royal Woods. She then remembered she left her phone in her room.
Ten minutes have slowly passed by, and mostly everyone had already left the bus. Lynn decided it was time to get off.
She got off in the south end of town, the loneliest and isolated neighborhood in Royal Woods. The houses here were old, vintage. Lawns left un-mowed. A perfect place to be alone.
Lynn jumped over a gate, onto a backyard of the last house on the left. Surely it was empty. It had to be. There were no cars visible around, so it was safe to make such an assumption. Lynn found an open window on the high floor. She performed her award winning climb, making a leap inside like a frog.
Lynn discovered this was the bathroom, finding a bunch of products over the sink. She freaked, now knowing this was no vacant house. Lynn quietly opened the door, looking around. She has no idea what do to, so she decided to head out through the front door, and leave as fast as possible.
The door opened, and closed before Lynn reached the stairs. She jumped, and returned back to the bathroom, getting a bit more scared. Lynn made her way back out the window, seeing no other option.
Dang it.
She hung on the edge, literally hanging. Lynn made a soft landing, bending her knees. She did not waste time to leap over the gate. She let out a sigh of relief, only to find a middle aged man appear out of the corner of the house, and seize Lynn.
"Troublemaker! I'm calling the-"
Lynn lifted both legs into the air, and dropped them back down like an anchor. She broke free from the grasp, but the man had locked onto the collar. Lynn scrambled to remove her jersey, but she wasn't fast enough; the man grabbed her again.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my house?" He dragged the tough brat of the girl into his house. He forcibly placed her on a red sofa placed on the left side. "I need your name."
The man, looking strangely familiar like Bryan Cranston, but shorter, looked around for something. Lynn looked at the door, but hesitated to get out. Finally, she decided to speak.
"I can't do that."
The Cranston lookalike handed a piece of paper and pen at her. "Write down your address, or its the police you'll deal with."
Lynn only stared at the objects in her lap, not making a move.
"What are you waiting for?"
He stood at her feet.
"Sir, I- I can't do that. Please don't call anyone. I'll go- I'll leave. I'm sorry-"
"Little lady, I don't think you understand the magnitude of this. Don't move."
He disappeared from view. Lynn took the pen, and quickly scribbled away. As soon as she finished writing, Lynn quickly zoomed upstairs. Not-Bryan Cranston came back, with a regular house phone in his hand.
"Girl, where-" He saw the tent folded sheet of paper, on top of the couch"s right arm. He opened it up and read its content;
I ran away from home, huge fire at my house almost an hour ago. I don't wanna go back, don't make me go back.
He re-read it.
Lynn was perched on a bed, hands wrapped around her knees, leaking the waterworks through her eyes. She tried to understand it all, why it was, and what shouldn't be. The poor girl wished, and also hoped, that all this was a dream. But, it was everything but one.
The man entered the room, footsteps making no sound whatsoever. "Hey, are you okay?" His voice quieted down, diminishing from the anger, and into a more sympathetic one. "May I?"
"Go ahead..."
He sat beside her. "I'm so sorry about your parents."
"I'm sorry I broke in. Thought this house was empty. I wanted to be alone."
Lynn wiped off the dripping tears on her jersey. "You know I'm going to have to-"
"No! Please!"
"Miss...
"It's Lynn. Lynn Loud "
"Lynn, I'm afraid I must involve the proper people for this."
He noticed her jersey.
"You like sports?"
"I do." She proudly said. She noticed a dramatic change in his expression, equal to a surprising look.
"Come with me, Lynn."
He led her to another room. This one was the same size as the one she was in, but the bed was more narrow. A dusty shelf, empty, save for a football, with two drawers on the bottom. The man opened the closet, revealing a cluster of sports clothing of all sorts. Lynn was staring at an exhibit, and she was amazed.
Below the clothes, was a pile of equipment; soccer balls, baseballs, two bats, and more. "This is awesome. Oh, gosh. Who-"
She stopped, and then looked back at him, and then the room.
"You have a son, I take it?"
He stared at her, once she figured it out.
"Had... Earlier this year... He and some friends went to Grand Venture State Park. A few hours later, I get a call. It's the police, they said-"
"Sir?"
"He drowned, and- My poor boy, my poor Brad..."
He coveref his mouth, immediately watering up. Lynn stepped away from the tiny sports museum. "I'm so sorry, sir. How... How old was he?"
"He was barely fourteen."
Lynn faced away. "Why did you show me this?"
"Its the attire, it reminded me of him. I wondered if you, too, were almost as big a sports fan as him. I see that you are."
"I.. remind you of him?"
"Lynn, my name is Tyler Thompson, but you may address me as Mr. Thompson. Would you care for a drink?"
"I am parched, yes. Thank you."
The two returned back downstairs. She took a seat at the long, rectangular table while he checked the fridge for a cold one.
"So, a fire, not long ago? Do you have any other relatives near?"
"I have a grandfather, like, not far from here. The thing is, I don't..."
"You're afraid to go back, aren't you?"
She nodded, without a doubt.
"I'd, um, I'd like to-"
"That really isn't a good idea..."
"It'll be for awhile. I can cook..."
He laughed. "I don't need a maid. Lynn-"
"I can't go back, the others, they'll hate me..."
"Others? What others? Siblings?"
"Yes..."
"And, you ran from them? Geez, Lynn."
"Lori will shout at me. Don't make me go back."
"Where's this house? What's the address?"
She tapped on the coke can he placed in front of her.
"Tell you what, I'll stop by there, and if nobody is there, I'll let you stay. Do we have a deal?"
"Yes."
Hours Later
Lynn was bouncing one of the tennis balls on the wall. There wasn't much do to here, not yet at least. No one around to play with the girl, and it bored her. There was also the amount of desire to ho ahead and run around; she didn't have it in her. Lynn was placed in a pit of hell, feeling the mode.
Mr. Thompson had been gone for almost five hours. She didn't know what the hold up was, it took her not even half an hour to reach his place.
Lynn finally stopped the banging, and went on to his main room. Being a curious girl, Lynn decided to pry around. A huge bed, in the back of the room took up most of the space, and a long wardrobe was placed by the window, nearly covered by a tiny, old tv over it. To the right of the bed, was a small table, occupied by a lamp, a glass of water, and Tylenol pills.
In front of the closet on the other end, was a white, six drawer dresser. Lynn looked through them, saw only clothes, until the bottom one. Various folded sheets of paper, and a few other random objects, save for one; a picture of Mr. Thompson with a young, ginger-haired kid, with his hairstyle looking like that of Lincoln's own, around a campfire.
This must be Brad.
The door downstairs slammed shut, and she quickly closed the drawer, silently stepping out of his room. He waited for her at the bottom of the staircase.
"So, what did you find?"
"Its flooded with officers, but no one there has seen the residents of your home. I did talk with the officers, and only one of the shared that there were only two bodies. As of yet, that is. No one has looked throughout the whole house. I didn't know you had that many siblings, though. So, I tried the hospital, and well... I found three of them, but... The way it sounded, it wasn't just you who ran."
Lynn verified this was correct. "I guess I'll go back then, huh?"
"There was that, and a bit of an argument. Something about someone named Leni? I left as that started, its not my business to pry on such things. On the walk back, I had more than enough time to think. You coming here, is it really a coincidence that you came to this house, out of all of them in this neighborhood? Look, you are welcome to stay here, as long as you want."
Lynn jumped with excitement. "Oh, my god, thank you! Thank you!"
"But this comes with rules, for its still my house."
"Yes, sir."
He nodded respectively. "Go, uhh, go and watch some TV or something."
Lynn turned on the TV in the living room.
"-bringing you live to this house, where, earlier today, had fallen victim to a huge house fire. We have confirmation that there are two official casualties, but are yet to be identified-"
The remote in her hands was snatched from her open hands. Mr. Thompson turned off the TV.
"Nix that. I have a basketball hoop in my garage. You up for some basketball?"
"I'd like that, yes..." Lynn forced a smile.
She took the basketball from its closet as Mr. Thompson pulled the laid down hoop from its dusty place. Lynn exited through the balcony, bouncing the ball.
Once the hoop came up, Lynn aimed right away.
"Think fast!"
Mr. Thompson quickly moved out the way. The basketball made it through the hoop. Lynn cheered out as he clapped.
"Nicely done. You're good at this, no doubt. Here."
He threw the ball back at her.
"Let's see what you've got!"
Challenge accepted.
July 20, 2016
Lynn walked closely behind, not sure if she was able to go through with this.
"Lynn, its going to be fine, I swear it." He held her hand all the way through the walk from his house to hers. Only a few times did she try to pull herself back, having second thoughts about finding the Louds.
"Why do we have to? I can't."
"Relax, we're just looking, is all."
Mr. Grouse was in view, watering his lawn. He noticed the two figures closing in, and dropped the hpse in his hand upon seeing one of them was little Lynn Loud.
"Oh, the good Lord! Lynn Loud, you're alive!"
"Mr. Grouse, where- Has anyone-?"
Lynn looked at her new caretaker, not knowing what exactly to ask.
"I think I know what you're asking here. I haven't seen anyone, since... That day. Apart from your oldest sister, she drove by later that day. It looked like she was looking for someone. I've seen only the fire, and I called it in, spoke with cops and these dagnabit news reporters. Loud, my sincerest condolences for the loss of some of your relatives. Is this your uncle?"
Before Lynn answered, Mr. Thompson did.
"Yes, I'm her uncle Tyler. I've been taking care of her."
"Her? You mean all the kids, right? All eleven?"
"Ele-" He choked.
"Actually, Mr. Grouse, he's been taking care of some of us. We've been split up, because all of us under the same roof is too much for anyone else not our parents."
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. You know, I sometimes hear some creaking, like footsteps, coming around at night, mostly. I'd say it would be kids breaking in, or falling debris or something. Maybe it might be me. Anyways, it was good seeing you again. I'm glad to know you're fine. Again, I'm so sorry for your loss."
Mr. Grouse returned to his lawn.
Lynn made a short sprint forward, finding herself face to face with the house. It was even more deader than on television.
"No one... Ever stopped by?"
"It doesn't mean anything, Lynn. Maybe they're all as you said in your maybe-true lie to him. I knew you had siblings, and I just assumed like two or three, but ten?! That's insane."
"I know how it sounds. Kids from this year began to make fun of me. I don't need to hear it from."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"I wanna go back now."
"What about the hospital?"
"And then what? Whoever you saw there, or heard, they might have already gone to who knows where. Why bother? I didn't come all this way to be disappointed."
The saddened Lynn made her way back to his house, while Mr. Thompson watched, feeling something depressing for the poor girl.
August 2nd, 2016
Lynn and her foster parent arrived at the Bismarck airport of North Dakota, carrying her red suitcase until she made it out the doors, while he carried two black ones.
"We'll be renting a car, Lynn. We gotta get to a motel as soon as possible."
A silver Lexus was chosen at the Hertz near the airport, and the two placed all luggage in the trunk. "Ready for a fresh start?"
Lynn took her spot in the front passenger seat and buckled up.
"I am."
Lynn never looked back as they drove away from the airport.
Goodbye, guys. I'll never forget you.
August 23rd, 2016
Lynn was blindfolded, and placed at the table of the new home.
"Wait here."
Lynn smiled, for she knew what the occasion was, and she was glad he remembered it. A clatter was heard in front of her.
"Okay, Lynn, take it off."
She removed the blindfold, and before her, was a round, chocolate cake. Two candles, forming the number 14, were placed in the middle, but unlit.
"I didn't want to light them up, cause I know how... Well, you know. Happy birthday, Lynnie."
She smiled happily, but then it turned into a frown. "Thanks..."
"Is there-"
"Its my first birthday without them. It feels strange... I'm sorry, I'll be right back." She excused herself, trying to cover up and lock the bursting pain again. She splashed herself with cold water, the second she entered the bathroom. She locked herself in, trying to not cry.
"Lynn." He knocked on the door. "You have to be strong. They wouldn't want you to be hurt. Lynn, I hate seeing you like this. Please open the door... It just so happens I did get something for you. Please let me in."
Lynn unlocked the door, and stepped back.
"I know its hard, but you can't keep getting yourself down. Listen, I've enrolled you in a school, everything's set for you."
"School? I-"
"You still need to grow up, and become someone. I care for you, and believe me, my choices here, today, they'll benefit you. Don't let this fire throw your life away."
He carefully approached her, and grabbed her into a hug. She cried against him. "Let it out, Lynn. Let it all out."
"I miss them so much." She said, muffled.
"I know you do, Lynn. Live for them, and maybe one day, you'll be reunited with them."
"Do you really believe that? Do you really think its possible?"
"Of course I do. Believe. They're all safe and sound, somewhere. Don't you worry a thing, okay?"
"Okay. I'm sorry for that little-"
"Shhh, shhh. Its fine, Lynn. Its fine. Come back and have the first bite. Put the rest in the fridge."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."
"What's our motto?"
"Never say die?"
"You got it, Lynn!"
Later
The sunset phase of the day had begun. The two were in the backyard of the new house, which was bigger than the last one, and were locked onto a short football session. Lynn tossed him the football, delivering a good throw.
"Ooh, nice throw, Lynn! You have such a good arm."
"Thanks, sir!" She jumped up, catching the football midair aftet he threw it back.
"Its getting late, why don't we go inside for some dinner? I'll make you your favorite spaghetti."
Lynn placed the football on her side. "Sounds good to me. This winner's gotta get downtime."
Lynn licked her lips, and waited patiently at the table as her non-biological parent turned into a chef.
The platter had arrived, and she took almost no time to consume it.
"You gotta eat slow, now. Its impolite to eat like a pig."
"Ah, yes. I guess you're right. New parent, new rules. Mines, they've never said that much. Maybe they've gotten used to me, or maybe we've been too many to pay attention specifically too."
She got up, placing the plate and fork in the sink, over a few other dirty utensils.
"There's seconds in the pot. I'll put it away tonight."
"Yeah, I might just come down. I'll be in my room."
"Goodnight, Lynn."
"Its not even dark yet, haha."
"Just in case." He sipped from his cup of coffee, looking at a newspaper.
June 18th, 2020
Lynn, now three taller, hung her diploma over her bed, as Mr. Thompson took a picture of her using her phone.
"You truly are a winner."
Lynn got off her bed, giddy with pride. "I am, and I'll keep winning."
"So, when's the next shift?"
"I'm scheduled tomorrow, noon. I'm still a part-time employee. I'll see if I can upgrade to full time."
He handed her the cellphone, a Samsung Galaxy brand, wrapped in a red case.
"That'd help with the medical bills, if we split it."
"I'm fine with that. Anyways, I'm heading out tonight. Francisco invited me for a party. The whole class is gonna be there."
"Lynn-"
"I won't do anything bad, I promise. No beer, nothing."
He sat down on her bed. "Lynn, there's something I must tell you."
He was serious about something, and Lynn gave him her full attention.
"What is it?"
Night
All her classmates were inside, having a great time. Francisco Reyes, her boyfriend of a three year relationship, was somewhere inside, possibly drinking with friends. Lynn disappeared from the group, and stepped outside, sitting on the porch. The techno music and the laughter inside still kept her from her thoughts, but she was still barely able to remember the words he told her.
Lynn was ridden with depression again, the way it had been all those years ago. It killed her so much.
Her eyes went all over the place. The streetlights were lonely, separated from one another and surrounded by the darkness, while also trying to keep it out. That's when Lynn discovered that, metaphorically, she, too, was a streetlight. The darkness she fought to keep out was the tragic fire and its aftermath.
Regardless of anyone around for her or not, it was always going to be there, maybe even after death. There was no escaping the darkness.
"Lynn?"
Francisco had finally noticed she was gone.
"Is there something wrong?" He took his place beside his girlfriend.
"No, I'm fine. Just the unexpected things I never hoped to dream happened."
"Oh? What about?"
She did not look at him. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
"You sure? I've never seen this side of you. You look-"
She cut him off, rendering her lips to his own.
"Believe me now?"
She touched his face, hoping it would mislead him. She didn't need anyone's pity or mush crap, yet she herself had it. Was it hypocritical?
"Look, I've got something to show you. Its in the house." He grabbed her by her hand. "Come on, you'll love it."
Lynn noticed an eerie silence before being pulled inside. She was led to the living room, where everyone had formed something of a circle around. He stopped at the middle. Lynn looked at everyone, who were all either smiling or holding their phones out. "Frank, what's going on?"
She turned to look at him, only to see a very shocking thing unfold; he was on one of his knees, flipping open a dark blue box.
"Lynn Loud..."
Inside was an engagement ring, and Lynn felt her soul leaving her body.
"...Will you marry me?"
The girls around let out excited eeks and giggles. Videos have begun to record.
His perfect, loving smile stayed, still holding the ring.
Lynn Loud knew what the answer in her heart was. She took the box, and tossed it to the side, without caring to look. The ring made its clanging sound upon impact. Francisco slowly frowned, and whispers of gasps came all around.
Lynn punched her boyfriend in his face, feeling a wave of rushing rage and pain finally arrive to drown her. He fell of balance, and stayed down, rubbing his cheek. The full silence was born again, and everyone focused their attention on Francisco. Lynn had no shame, and broke through the circle, deciding to leave.
She heard nothing behind, no one following her. She didn't even care about how much she just humiliated him, this wasn't on her mind. Hell, even marriage wasn't on her mind.
She didn't want it. She didn't want to feel anymore. Not after Mr. Thompson's deadening news. Everything was beginning to matter not. What was the point of life, if it'll never let you adjust to a comfortable, and happy place?
He was sick, and the cost of treatment wasn't a cheap, easy thing to pay off. Leukemia. That's what he called it. Times have never been so hard. Lynn was begging him to go on with it, even if it meant selling the house.
That's when he also shared the next news; the house was to be in her name, passed from his shoulders, the second she turned eighteen. It was certain, that he would pass. And then came his final request; that she not attend his funeral.
She didn't understand it, even though he explained it; Lynn was not of his bloodline, and it'd be viewed as something dishonorable with his remaining relatives. According to him, he had fed them a lie where he lived in an apartment, to ensure Lynn the house, up until it became hers. And then, nothing more. She was home free.
So, why didn't it feel like she won?
Lynn strolled past many safe streetlights, only looking forward. She expected her now ex, to pull up and talk to her. It never happened, and maybe Lynn's point was made the one time.
She returned home, seeing him drink from coffee.
"So... How was it?"
"I didn't have fun. Even though I was there, I wasn't."
"I shouldn't have said anything. You don't look okay. Wanted you to have fun, not mourn. What's our motto?"
She looked down. "What's the point of saying that, if its gonna be you?"
"Lynn-"
"I don't want you to go! Why won't you go take the treatment? I'll pay for everything! I'll work overtime! I'll-"
"Lynn, I truly am sorry I'm putting you in this position. The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
"Why you? Why you?! You stood right by me, and lifted me up on my feet. You watched me walk the stage, you helped me get a job. You saved me, and you didn't earn to- To-"
"Lynn, take a seat."
"Its not fair. Its not fair!"
"Life isn't fair, kiddo. There's always ups and downs, but its your job to pick yourself up. That's why, when we all fall down, we learn. Lynn, you can't afford to be crying. Never in your life, will you ever cry for me. I need you to be strong, and stronger than I've ever seen you. I've never told you, but I love you, the way I have my son. I didn't save you, Lynn. You saved me. But now, you have to save yourself. I know you can do that."
"What am I going to do without you?"
"Live, Lynn. Live. Never say die. You, and your boyfriend, you're gonna marry each other, grow old, have kids. Establish your own legacy. And hopefully, you'll reunite with your siblings. That's the best option."
She had just dumped her lover. There was no way to tell him. "Is- Is that so?"
He nodded slowly.
"I... I wish I could come to say goodbye..."
"Remember, I'm doing this for both of us. I would really have loved if you came, but that can't be. I..."
"Its... Fine. I'll come alone one day, and I'll-"
"Don't cry anymore."
"Its hard..."
"I know it is. But never again, okay?"
"I'll miss you."
"I won't be fully gone..."
February 13th, 2021
"...I'll always be in your heart."
For the 50th time, or something close, she looked at the death certificate of someone named Jenna Thompson. Google, the source of all things knowledge through articles and links, answered the who and what.
It was his wife, who had died on the table after baby Brad was born. It was then that Lynn understood and justified Mr. Thompson's real reason behind not wanting to be cured; he wanted to be reunited with his own family in the afterlife. And Lynn finally stopped grieving, now beginning to feel happy for him, looking up and smiling with a single tear.
"Thank you." She said to the ceiling.
The certificate was placed back in his drawer, and Lynn closed the page tab from the phone.
There wasn't much to do around here. Apart from the current job at a Wal-Mart supercenter, she didn't do much, had sunken into her own pit of isolation, away from the world. Maybe it was time she returned.
Lynn helped herself to some TV. It was her day off today, one of two that she'd get weekly. It was a miracle that this never interfered with work. Then again, she was a strong stocker, lifting and carrying with the big guys, and was proud everytime they seemed intimated by her equal strength.
"In other news, there has been talk of-"
The asian, middle aged woman on the world news program, held up a finger to her right ear.
"I'm getting word there is terroristic activity on the Golden Gate bridge of San Francisco, California."
The feed switched to a camera capturing burning cars and police already set up around the danger zone.
The camera panned to a blonde man, looking back and forth.
"Thank you, Yena. About twenty minutes ago, everything was just a normal scenery up until a huge explosion has stopped everything. There's- You can see all this traffic here. The authorities are already on scene, no casualties have been confirmed, but witnesses have confirmed seeing a black, rectangular object being tossed out the window of a blue, vintage van. We may be looking at act of terrorism here."
"Blue, vintage van? No... Its gotta be a coincidence." Lynn switched to the sports channel. "What are the odds?"
August 28, 2021
"I've got the test results, Lynn. Everything seems to be in order." The kind Dr. Buckner, Lynn's favorite doctor for the time she'd been here, was still as elegant and calm as ever. He was the type everyone loved, and said hi to when being seen outside of the clinic. A very nice, and elderly man.
"Wait a minute." He squinted at the clipboard. "This... Is new. Oh, my..."
"What is it, doctor? What's wrong?"
"How do I put this gently?"
"You're scaring me..."
"According to the results, it seems you're... Infertile."
"What does... English, doctor."
"Lynn, you cannot have kids. You can't get pregnant."
Later
She wondered if the streak of bad luck would end. The lone Loud had left the complete house in a mess, almost like its been hit by a tornado. There was nothing she didn't break, and everything was either ripped or shattered. The last thing there was, was her own heart.
No kids... No children. Life was pointing at her, cackling away while allowing strangers everywhere having their own kids. It was now beyond unfair, but she tried to remember his words. The masters behind the world made it so. Lynn had no idea what she did to deserve this.
All the windows were manually punched out. Her knuckles were coated red, but she did not care. She was angry, to the point she was growling softly. Somehow, there wasn't anyone who stopped by, despite the hell of a noise she created by herself. Good enough, she didn't need more bad luck anyways.
Everything was beyond fixing, but there was one thing to do, what she now thinks she should've done from the beginning the house became hers.
December 4th, 2021
She went on her daily jog, through the town of Half Moon Bay, California. She purposely chose it, as it was very close to the ocean. Lynn admired the beautiful ocean, always sitting in the sand, and looking on. Sometimes, she'd look at other people, watching them play around. Some of the couples had little kids. While it hurt her, she tried her best to be happy for them. And this would go on for a few years.
May 3rd, 2026
Lynn was jogging up the mountains, which she discovered once exploring around North California. She spotted them, once seeing them from Mountain View, which truly lived up to its name. It was almost 6 A.M., and Lynn was running up a trail, when a blue light appeared in front of her.
AN: Hmmmm, I like the way this turned out, except the explanations of what I didn't make a scene of, like the whole first talk the two had when he told her. Hopefully I made up for it, with the second talk. There's feels, and damn, way more than I expected to put.
Now you know where the motto comes from. It has more meaning now, and I love it so much. Also, I've created her a birthday. Has that been done yet?
Correction, I've made one for all eleven, well, fic-cannon anyway.
Lynn has yet to visit Mr. Thompson's grave. Hope you enjoyed. Now, its time for the dark of the moon.