Always Near You
"He-he. You really shouldn't have done that. Now, you'll suffer the wrath of my almighty pawns!" the reverberating young voice exclaimed, as its owner made a bold move on the chess board. He moved one of his pawns forward, threatening his enemy's rook. He smiled widely, showcasing his white teeth.
"Argh, blast it! I swear to the Emperor, I thought I had you... It seems I was mistaken," his opponent replied, desperately trying to save that rook with a pawn of his own.
"No, friend, no. That's another mistake you made: going in for the kill!" the young voice spoke happily as the queen quickly flew through the air, swiping the rook off the board.
"Well, my friend, that's shah for you. Make your move," the young voice exclaimed and his opponent sighed heavily.
"I can't do anything. Congratulations, Sombra, you win."
Two young boys were sitting at the table with the chess board lying right between them. Just minutes ago, a bloody war had been waged on its colored squares. One of the combatants was a very young colt with black mane and pale grey coat. He had big green eyes and wore a little red linen scarf that looked hand-woven, surely made by his mother. The other was a teenager, a unicorn, probably between sixteen and seventeen years old, with an ivory coat and grey mane. He was quite fit; he probably liked to run around his neighborhood a lot.
"It seems the pupil hath surpassed the teacher, alas," the teenager exclaimed, and the young foal clapped his hooves together. "You're a quick learner, Sombra, I'll have to give you that."
"Thank you, Star Gem, I really appreciate that. But still, you were the best teacher ever!" Sombra said and smiled at his teacher.
Star Gem sighed and swiped the figures away from the board. It was amazing really – he’d started teaching Sombra the art of chess just two weeks ago, and now the young foal could easily match him. It seemed like this boy had the mindset of a true tactician – he quickly adapted to any situation on the imaginary battlefield, his young brain quickly came up with new strategies that Star Gem didn't even know were possible.
Sombra got up from the chair and started running around the garden to chase butterflies in celebration of his glorious victory. Star Gem, too, got up, and looked at the young child – some years ago, he used to be just like young Sombra right now: young, full of energy, and ready to learn and play all day long. Sometimes, he envied children.
While the dark colored foal ran hither and yon in the garden, Star Gem gathered the chess figures and put them bag in the bag along with the board itself. He liked days like these, sunny and beautiful, when no one had school and he could just have some fun.
Colts his age liked to hang around mares, or bunch up in groups to do something nasty like drinking their lives away in some high-quality pub since children of rich landlords were never satisfied with less. Star Gem was a bit of a loner in his school. It was one of the most expensive schools in the city and, just as expected, it was filled with either complete snobs or complete thugs. Star Gem preferred the company of his little friend any time over any of those jerks.
Sombra ran a few more circles around the trees and, eager to catch a butterfly, overestimated his physical capabilities, thus burrowing his face in the soft grass. Star Gem couldn't help but chuckle at the little pony.
"Be careful, Sombra, I don't want you to get hurt. Your mom's going to kill me if anything happens to you!" he joked. Sombra got up, wiped the dirt away within a second, and galloped towards Star Gem with a wide smile that showcased his milk-teeth. The boy had pretty sharp teeth for his age, the teenage unicorn noted. He once saw him biting off a piece of wooden furniture for Emperor's sake! Star Gem had such a hard time explaining why father's favorite cabined got deep teeth marks on its surface.
"I'm alphight, Staph, no need to woffy... ah!" Sombra managed to utter, before noticing that he got his mouth full of earth. He started spitting it all out, coughing, when some small chunks got into his throat.
"Blegh, yuck. I hope I didn't swallow anything bad," he said, swiping away the remaining dirt on his lips. For that, he received a hearty laugh from Star Gem.
"Oh, my... Sombra, you're hilarious. When you grow up, consider a career as a comedian, okay?" he laughed, approached his little friend and wiped the dust from his cheeks. These years of innocence, these years of being a child — Star Gem remembered his fondly. He remembered how he used to run around the garden, playing with his favorite toy: a wooden figure of a winged pony, a so called Pegasus, from foreign lands.
His games had been as innocent as the games of a six year old could be: imagining himself flying high up in the sky, soaring across the clouds as his wide and strong wings touch these milky stains. He’d fly another circle around the biggest tree in the garden and safely 'land' near the table, where mother was preparing dinner. Those had been such great times, back when he could see his mother and father much more often than now. His wooden companion always landed near the plate that was filled to the brim with food, and Star Gem never forgot to give him some too.
"How long till mommy gets back?" Sombra asked, looking at Star Gem with his big brown eyes. He smiled and hugged the kid, pressing his head against his chest. Not too hard – they weren't relatives after all, the little one might get confused or scared. Just a friendly hug, nothing more.
"Your mother should be here any moment. As long as I remember, she just needs to wash the dishes, and that's all. Considering how long it has been already, she should be done by now, and is now making her way here," Star Gem said, remembering what the clock showed when Willemite asked him to watch over Sombra.
"Do we have time for another chess game?" the dark colored foal questioned, looking at his friend.
"Well, unfortunately, no. You might not have noticed, but chess sessions can take a lot of time. How about we play something else?" Star Gem offered, and Sombra grinned as menacingly as a child could.
"Alright, then... you're it!" he exclaimed merrily, and dashed to the left, avoiding Star Gem. He giggled in reply and darted in Sombra's direction.
Their chase continued for about a minute wherein Sombra jumped through bushes and over small branches, and Star Gem managed to stumble twice over the same stick, barely holding his balance. This wonderful race was interrupted by Willemite coming into the garden.
"Mother!" Sombra loudly exclaimed as he ran towards her and jumped right into her embrace. Star Gem who reeled and stumbled over every rock with his tongue hanging on the side of his mouth approached the two, breathing heavily.
"I have... to admit... He's pretty fast!" he panted with long pauses between words to inhale. The drops of sweat were running down his face, making his sparkling skin seem even shinier.
"Thank you so much for watching over Sombra. He can be such a madcap at times, I hope he didn't give you any trouble," Willemite, who gently pressed her son's head closer to her chest, said.
"Oh, no, of course not! Your son is a very good kid. In fact, this isn't even work for me. Playing with him is more fun than anything I ever did, honest!" Star Gem replied, and Willemite smiled in return with red color touching her cheeks as she blushed.
Star Gem took a moment to look at her. There was something attractive about this mare. Maybe it was the mane which flowed in the wind. Maybe it was her figure which, despite her not doing too much sports, was quite fit and slim. But what really pinned the attention to her were the big brown eyes. These weren't just ordinary eyes; these were windows into her soul. When he glanced into them, he could see everything that was on her mind. Sadness, happiness, anger, loneliness – she was like an open book which his father, for whom she worked, freely read, using her unordinary eyes to read and manipulate her. Sometimes, Misty Pearl asked Willemite to wait another month before paying out her wage, or convinced her to stay extra time before paying extra. Star Gem was always greatly angered by such acts, because afterwards, he could see such sadness in Willemite's eyes. It felt like she was about to cry every second, and the teen unicorn could understand why – she had her own family to worry about, her world wasn't limited to only Misty Pearl's house. So, every time this happened, Star Gem took some money out of his personal storage and secretly put it in Willemite's bag, since she always refused to take money from someone else than Misty Pearl. It was amazing how she always stayed proud and brave, even when the times were tough.
"I am so glad to hear that from you," she said, dropping a glance at her son who burrowed himself in her mane, probably happy to finally have his mother nearby. Star Gem couldn't agree more with him – this feeling when your protector was nearby was something that he could never forget or let go.
"But still, you had to spend your free time, so how can I repay you?" she suddenly asked whereupon Star Gem just shook his head.
"No, no! A reward is completely unnecessary. I would actually be alright with paying you for a chance to play with your son. He's such a cutie, I have to admit," the teen replied, rubbing his neck, and noticed Sombra burrowing himself even deeper into his mother's hair.
He must be having such a blush he's afraid to show it. Star Gem couldn't help but giggle quietly at such sight.
"Thank you, my lord. It's a pleasure to serve you," Willemite said, lowering her head before Star Gem, and he rolled his eyes. This idiocy again.
There was this stupid tradition of servants treating their employers like royalty. It was very popular in the Golden Age of Crystalum, during the reign of Emperor Sol. His son, Lux, had gotten rid of this tradition when he inherited the throne and tried to equalize the rich and the poor, but old habits die hard. Even though Willemite was being held by a contract only — she could leave at any time — she was still calling the members of this family 'my lord', or 'my mistress'. Star Gem always hated this tradition with passion.
"Star Gem, Willemite. It's just Star Gem, or, better yet, just Star. Please, call me that," he said with a smile, which she returned.
"If you wish so, Star," she replied in a calm voice. "I think we'll be on our way. It's quite late, and Sombra must be pretty hungry."
"Oh, of course, you may go. You've done a great service for us, Willemite. Thank you," he said, approached her, and gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder. There was a plus side to being rich: he could talk with ponies that were older than himself as equals. If he ever tried to pat his father on the shoulder, he’d be frowned upon for at least a week.
Willemite rewarded Star Gem with a smile and the feeling of happiness and warmth in her big brown eyes.
"Goodbye, Star Gem!" Willemite said, and little Sombra turned around and started waving his small hoof as his way of saying farewell. Just as Star Gem had suspected, the kid's cheeks had a nice mix of grey and red colors. Oh, how shy he must have felt.
After saying their goodbyes, Willemite and Sombra left through the door that led right outside, ignoring the passage through the house. Star Gem was alone now, alone with his thoughts. He breathed in, and decided to go on a peaceful stroll around the trees, just to think about something at this time of peace.
He approached the biggest tree in the garden – an old oak with many pictures cut onto its bark. Star Gem looked at one of these and saw a big tower with a maiden looking outside, and a lonely knight who slowly walked towards her.
He smiled at the sight of this picture: he and his sister, Night Spark, made this when she was just four years old and he five. They imagined themselves as the characters from their favorite story, an old fairy-tale, and after playing in the garden, decided to encrypt this memory for the days to come.
Star Gem touched the rough surface of the tree’s bark, feeling the small pricks entering his flesh. He ignored the pain, and continued slowly caressing the pictures in the wood, his sweet childhood memories. How he missed those days when he and his sister used to play in the garden and when they overstayed, mother would come and berate them. Lovingly, of course, as every mother did.
Mother... This word was so dear to any pony ever born. Mother – the mare that made him possible, the mare by whose will he existed. Star Gem sighed heavily, remembering his sweet mother: her long, flowing, ivory mane, her warm body that had the color of a green apple. She always smelled like bread, mayhap because she’d cooked a lot. But the biggest impact left on Star Gem's soul made her eyes – big purple eyes, in which he could read her soul like an open book.
Star Gem looked down into the ground and sighed once again. "What a lucky kid you are, Sombra. Your mother is the sweetest of all mares in the world. Ah..." he whispered to himself. "I miss you, mom... I really do."
***
The streets of Crystal City were crowded. The air was busy and hot, not only because of the sun which was already going down, but because of the sheer amount of ponies on the streets. An unsuspecting eye would go blind from such a light show – so many colors flickering and shimmering in the sunlight. The air was filled with sound, so many words and sentences mashed together into one big mess, it all turned out as a horrible pressure for the young child’s ears. Sombra, who was unused to such noise, tried to cover his ears, but to no avail; the noise was deafening even then. He moved closer to Willemite, almost attaching himself to her hoof. She, though, didn't say anything about it, and just continued walking, making sure that Sombra didn't fall behind at any point.
Many thoughts were whirling in her mind. This noise, this flickering; they were all nothing to her, just a small patch of sand that flew past. All this busyness didn't concern her one bit. All that mattered was the defenseless foal that attached himself to her hoof.
Her little son. Oh, how she wished she could do more for him. Willemite looked to her left, and noticed a small café wherein ponies ordering themselves a dish of food or some ice-cream could be seen. It was nothing but a distant dream for her boy, nothing but something to look at, while saliva dripped from his mouth. The reason was simple: they just didn't have money.
At first it was all good, almost peaceful. They bought a nice new house in the downtown; it had been a pretty cheap deal. Amethyst wanted his family to live closer to the center, closer to the royalty, and thus it happened.
Not far away was a giant park, one of the most beautiful places in the whole Crystal City. Pairs of lovers used to visit it every so often, happy families gathered around for picnics and other fun activities. Sometimes, when she had a day off, Willemite would take Sombra for a walk through this park, but those days were rare and precious – she worked almost every day from dusk until dawn.
It all started to go downhill after Amethyst got into a debate with one of his superiors in the University of Magic, where he’d been employed as a professor of arcane arts. From a small grudge, it turned into a giant scandal, complete with shouting, loud insults, and threats. It all resolved after that superior said something that hurt Amethyst so deeply that he couldn't help but to punch the offender straight in the jaw.
Because of that incident, Amethyst was banned from the University; he could never apply for a job there anymore. So, he had to look for a new way to earn his living. Every day, before going to work, Willemite approached her troubled husband, kissed him on the forehead, and told him that everything was going to be alright. But after two years of empty searches, even she started to lose hope. Willemite was forced to look for a job herself and there had been nothing better but being a servant in some rich pony's house.
Her worst fear concerned Sombra. The boy was growing up, he was already six. Next year, he'd hit seven, and that meant he’d go to school. A lot of money was needed for school, even for a municipal one. She had to buy books, pens, extra learning material, and even hire teachers if her child didn’t understand something. It was a mess – and Willemite's family wasn't prepared for it.
Willemite and Sombra made their way to the downtown, or so she used to call it when Sombra was within. In reality, these were downright slums. It was always dirty, dusty, and the alleys were sure to hide some crude thug who’d beat up unsuspecting passers to take their money regardless of their gender or age. That was the main reason Sombra always stayed at home and went only outside with his parents. What would happen to a lonely child in these parts? It was scary to imagine.
Willemite was amazed at first, and not in a good way. She couldn’t comprehend why the city guards didn’t patrol here, even though this part of Crystal City was quite near to the mansions of some of the richest ponies that lived here. This question answered itself when she thought about it: the rich were just too smart to come down here. As a result, this place became a playground for their kids who wanted to have some innocent fun by beating up a pony or two.
There was no part of the street where one wouldn't see garbage or mud. A shining corner was such a rare sight that Willemite sometimes got blinded by the purity of Misty Pearl's house when she arrived there to clean and cook. The residents of the house were quite welcoming, especially Star Gem. That boy never missed a chance to help Willemite if she had any trouble. He was always pretty polite for his age and position. His sister, Night Spark, however, was everyone’s typical cookie-cutter rich bitch. Her whining and complaints sometimes got to everypony's nerves that even Misty Pearl asked her to keep quiet.
Every time she started yet another scandal, Willemite couldn't help but notice how Star Gem looked at her. There was no anger, no frustration, and no happiness either – it was just sadness. He looked at his sister’s misbehavior, and his eyes started to fill with tears. Willemite, as a mother, could see that clearly.
The head of the family, Misty Pearl, had been a widower for as long as Willemite knew. He didn't talk much about his deceased wife, preferring to ignore any questions, sometimes even turning them down rudely. From what Willemite heard, she’d died several years ago from a heart disease. She started to feel very bad for Misty Pearl’s children – losing their mother at such a young age was a devastating blow to a child. From time to time Willemite ignored Night Spark's provocations, understanding deep inside what this girl had to go through.
At last, Willemite and Sombra reached a medium sized wooden house that stood by a big wall. There were a few more houses like this nearby, but this one had stuck out for Amethyst for some unexplained reason. He thought it was really neat, and set his sight on it. He’d just said, “This is the home to raise our child in!”, or something along those lines. All in all, he had been pretty excited.
That excitement had slowly died out as he lost his job and couldn't find any other. If he’d succeeded in finding a job this time, he wouldn’t be at home right now. Willemite prayed to every god in the universe that, when she pushed the door, it’d let out a satisfying knock and wouldn’t open.
She carefully and slowly approached the entrance and extended her hoof to reach for the door handle. Every nerve in her body shivered in hope.
The door opened without any hesitation, and Willemite sighed heavily. It seemed she’d have to work double next week to pay for food. Without further ado, she entered the house.
She was greeted by a rug, made out of fur, several cupboards near the entrance, a rack, in case somepony came in with a coat, and a picture of their happy family drawn by Sombra that hung on the wall to the left of the door.
Sombra quickly cleaned his hooves on the rug and ran to his room. Willemite glanced as he opened the door leading to his 'castle' as he liked to call it and closed it behind him. He probably expected his father to meet them at the entrance, and since he didn't, the child thought he were away. Good – Willemite and Amethyst would be able to have some serious conversations without Sombra having to listen to all of this. And there was a lot of heavy stuff a child should never listen to.
Willemite opened the door that led to the kitchen and, as she had expected, saw Amethyst who sat at the table looking at the empty plate. There were still some crumbs of bread and green pieces of leaves there, so it was obvious he scrambled himself something to eat, and then sat like this, for an hour or more. The creak of the door awoke him from this slumbering state, making him shudder and look towards the source of the sound.
"Oh, hello, dear," Amethyst said, the notes of sadness could be heard in his voice. He smiled at her, but Willemite didn't react, she only closed the door behind her so Sombra wouldn't hear them from his room. Amethyst immediately turned grim, knowing what was going to happen.
"So, what is it this time?" Willemite asked in a calm voice. But through this cold monotone, the heat of anger which boiled inside her could be felt.
"They just refused to take me. I don't know why... It's like the whole world turned against me," Amethyst uttered, hiding his face behind his hooves. Willemite still noticed the red color on his cheeks. He was lying. Again.
"Yeah, so? I gave you the money, in case they asked for some. Where is it?" Willemite asked as she sat down on the chair on the opposite side of the table. The plate clattered a bit when she made herself comfortable.
"I got ro... robbed on the way home," her husband replied, looking to the side in an attempt to hide his sight from his wife's angered look.
"Again? Third time this month. Do you even understand where your addiction will take us, Amethyst? Be honest: did you visit that foul den again?" Willemite asked, as her anger started getting out of control. Amethyst started shaking from these words.
"Dear, I... I thought I could win this time. I almost ha—" Amethyst started, but was interrupted by a loud shriek.
"You're driving me insane!" Willemite hissed, rashly getting up as her blood started boiling. "You can't win! You never won, and never will! You're a born loser!"
"Please, don't say that. I made a mistake, it won't happen again!" Amethyst tried to calm his wife down, but it was all useless.
"Won't happen again? You say every time! Every time! And then it does happen again! Why do you keep betraying me and your son?! He needs your attention; he needs your love, Amethyst! And what do you give him? Nothing!" Willemite growled, walking in circles around a distressed Amethyst. Small tears started forming in her eyes. "You don't want to work for his future! You only leech on my work! I wouldn't even care, but by hurting me, you hurt him! Sombra needs that money to go to school. Do you remember that he will have to go to school soon? Books, pens, pencils – it all costs money! Money that you waste in a gambling den!"
Her screams started changing tone from anger to sorrow. The tears that streamed down her paled face became bigger and bigger every second.
"I wouldn't care if you just did nothing. But you waste everything I bring home on this addiction of yours! Do you even understand that we may not have lunch for another three weeks because of you?!" she continued to hurt Amethyst with words, but with every spoken word her voice trembled. "Why do you keep doing this to him? Does our son mean nothing to you?"
"Stop, now! I love Sombra more than my life, don't say that! I just have problems, we all do. Please, give me time. Everything will change, you'll see," Amethyst suddenly sprang up and looked at his wife with mixed fury and sadness. Willemite turned to him, and Amethyst was shocked when he saw her face. Her huge eyes were watery, and small rills of tears were streaming down from them, forming into droplets on their way.
"Nothing will change... You say that every time, and nothing changes," she uttered and covered her face, unable to continue. Something was stuck in her throat, preventing her from saying anything else. Only quiet whimpers and sobs could be heard. Amethyst got up and came closer to his wife. He wanted to hug her, comfort her, let her cry on his shoulder. She was very worried, and his problems weren’t helping at all. But she refused his offer of help by pushing him away. She didn't put too much effort into the push, but it was clear that she didn’t want him anywhere near her.
"This can't go on like this anymore. It just... can't. I can't raise my son like this... not like this," Willemite sobbed, and Amethyst froze as though he were petrified. 'Our' and 'we' were gone from her speech. Did she not consider him as family anymore?
"The bedroom's all yours. Enjoy it," she whispered and walked out of the kitchen. Amethyst didn't say anything nor did he follow her – he just stayed there and looked down on the floor. What could he do? He couldn’t do anything. He used to be a powerful figure to his wife, a Stallion with the capital S. Who was he now? Just a nuisance on the shoulders of this beautiful mare who managed to carry both him and the little child who was probably playing in his room right now? He sighed heavily and sat down on the floor. It seemed that he’d sleep alone tonight.
***
"Ehem... may I come in? Please?" Willemite asked, having opened the door a wee bit to peek inside. Her face was still a bit wet, and the notes of sadness were still present in her big round eyes.
"Of course, mom... Are you okay?" little Sombra said, drawing his attention from his drawing. He really liked to draw. Some days, when he wasn't playing with anything, he’d just sit down, grab a piece of paper, and draw anything that would come to his mind. Those were mostly the pictures of heroes, dragons, other mythological beings. Of course, since he was just six, Sombra couldn't draw very well, but his mother enjoyed these pictures a lot.
She even put the picture of their family at the entrance. That was Sombra's best work so far, though, he wasn't too proud of it. He thought it was girl's stuff to draw families and ponies. He wanted to draw heroes, and battles, and dragons. Willemite just giggled and silently agreed. Ah, childhood, what a beautiful time.
"Yes, yes, I'm okay. I just... wanted to ask you for something," Willemite said, came inside, and approached Sombra. "May I... sleep in your room tonight? I'll sleep on the floor. Don’t worry: I won't be taking your personal space."
Sombra made a very thoughtful expression.
"What for? You usually sleep in your own room with dad," he said, and Willemite sighed heavily.
"I and your father are having a bit of a disagreement, honey," she admitted and sat down near her son. "It's an adult thing. You won't understand."
"I could try to," Sombra said in an uplift voice, and Willemite giggled. His happy mood made her feel a little bit better. Following her feelings, she hugged the boy, pressing his head against her chest and kissed him on the cheek.
"Well, if you're so eager to know, I'll try to explain it, honey. You see, I work very hard so that you, I, and your… father can buy food and other useful stuff, yes? The problem is that you are a growing up boy. Soon, you'll go to school, along with your body progressing, and that means that we'll need money. Besides, you, occasionally, will get some hobbies that you may want to advance in – and that costs even more money," Willemite started telling, looking up to the ceiling, remembering every little detail. "I am ready to give you as much money as you want, but... your father is not helping me. You're a stallion, Sombra, that means that, when you're married, you will go to work to earn money so your family will prosper. Your father is not doing that. Instead, he's wasting everything I bring to him."
"What does he waste it on?" the dark colored foal asked, but Willemite carefully put her hoof to his lips to silence the flood of questions that was surely about to follow.
"I won't tell you just yet. When you grow up, you'll find out yourself. It really hurts me to talk about it," she said in a suddenly quiet voice. Sombra quickly got the hint, and didn't talk anymore.
"It seems to me that he just doesn't want to help... I don't know why. So much has changed since you were born, dear."
"Did... I do something wrong?" Sombra asked.
"No, no! It's not your fault! Don’t even think about blaming it on yourself! As I said, it's an adult thing, you won't understand. Just wait a few years. You’ll understand everything, I promise," Willemite said, slowly running her hooves through his black mane.
"Okay... but why were you crying? This can't be so bad that it would drive you to tears," Sombra said, and she quickly rubbed the remaining salty water from under her eyes.
"Your mother is very sensitive. She can laugh about the silliest joke, and cry about the cheesiest tragedy. Don't pay too much attention," she said, berating herself in her own mind. How stupid do you have to be to not even wipe away your tears when entering this room? Children can be hurt very badly by even seeing a small drop in their parent's eye!
They laid together like this for a long time. They didn't talk anymore. Sombra only nestled near his mother, and at least half an hour of listening to her heartbeat later, he started snoring quietly. Willemite smiled at this, and her heart was filled with a fuzzy feeling. How long had it been since Sombra fell asleep in her embrace like this? It didn't happen for at least five years, when he was just an infant. Willemite wrapped her hooves around him, and pressed his body closer to hers. She wanted to feel the warmth of the most precious thing she still had in life. More important than money, happiness, even her life.
With those thoughts, she slowly closed her eyes, and allowed herself to drift into the land of dreams. The images she saw seemed strange and disturbing, but the peaceful snoring of her son drove away any nightmare that might have wanted to claim her mind. He was there, right beside her, always nearby.
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I read chap 2, and I was all like:
because this is your typical parent fight, and every time it happens to my parents I cry my heart out. For my dad it wasn't gambling, it was looking at anime girls... so yahoo. This chapter hit meh hard in teh feels
I feel sorry for Sombra's mother more than anything.
This actually made me misty-eyed...
3785689 I hate stories about poor people and stuff. I can only hope I doesn't get worse. I'm worried about when Sombra grows up more, though.
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Yeah that's what I thought too
SnIfF...
hOw AdOrAbLe.
Brown eyes? In the first chapter you said they were green.
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Whoopsie, seemed to miss that little bit. It's really hard to keep track of such details. I'll fix it in a jiffy.