The Oblivion
Not long after from a distance a little boy with long dark hair and white robes waiting for them, the boy looks pale so contrast with his small red lips, the little boy smiles childishly when he saw Lory and Lorenna run toward him.
"Is it her?" the boy tilted her head.
"Yes, take care of her, she is the only one who can fulfill your wish," said Lorenna.
The little boy who has a face like an Asian porcelain doll that Lory used to saw in the antique stores staring at Lory for a few seconds before he averts his gaze, who knows what he's thinking, While Lory can't comprehend the conversation between her mother and the boy however she has a bad premonition.
Lory tightens her grip on her mother's hand "Mother, what do you mean, are you not coming with me?" Lory's lips tremble as her eyes become moist, she doesn't want to be apart from her parents again "Please, please, I'm begging you don't leave me, I don't wanna be alone anymore, I don't…"