The remaining child of the quartet layed stretched on the deserted den's floor. She always returned to sleep, finding comfort on the very walls that once held her home -before it burned down to ruins; she found a strange calmness in them, the faint scent of those gone still lingered around the stuffy air inside, clinging on the walls and hanging from the ceiling.
Even if she knew that one day the scent would be gone, she still returned, never burying the possibility that one of the dark afternoons she returned from her little expeditions they'd be all there. Waiting with smiles on their faces and light in their eyes.
It was a hollow daydream that faded from the child's mind as she poked her head into the empty den every day. The day found them all was still far away --or non-existent -- but the day she found one of them was closer than she thought.
Maybe she just had to pick up the little piece before trying to grab it all.
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