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She was REAL! Her Fay-Fay was real and was here and everything was okay again in her small world. She clung to her as tightly as she could, her tiny hands clinging onto the soft fabric of Fay's clothes. She felt the woman lean her cheek upon her head and Gracelynn cuddled even closer into her. "My Fay-Fay..." She whispered softly against the woman's chest as she nestled against her. She felt the relief wash over her as the months of pain and sorrow were ripped away in that moment.

Faeyra would probably never know just how much she truly meant to the little one before her. Without knowing, she had slowly filled in the empty hole in Gracie's heart left by the loss of her mother and the betrayal of her father.

Gracie felt Faeyra pull away and fought the urge to tug her back closer. She peered up at the woman with tear filled eyes but a larger than life smile. When Faeyra's hands reached her own, Gracelynn wrapped her little fingers into Fay's clinging onto them. She nodded her head with vigor as Fay's soothing voice cut the silence, her laughter soon warming Gracelynn. Gracelynn let out her own soft laugh as she clung to the woman in a big hug. "I'm super real, Fay-Fay! Mr. C and I have been looking for you everywhere and then we fell into a BIG hole and landed in this weird place and I was so scared but he was so nice and...and....and....MR. C! IT'S FAEYRA! IT'S OUR FAY-FAY!"




they say there are linings made of silver
folded in every raining cloud.


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