( took out the money he got from his salary and gave it to her )
Grandma ( of twins )
( took the money and went to her room )
Lane Hudson ( Ethan in P.L )
Alright let's go
Lucifer Hudson
( just looking at him )
Lane Hudson ( Ethan in P.L )
What
Lucifer Hudson
Nothing .
They both went to their room .
And get to sleep .
.
.
Midnight
.
The bookstore is quiet, filled with the scent of old paper and ink. Soft light filters through the windows, casting long shadows between the shelves.
Lane stands by a familiar table, running his fingers over the spine of a book, he feels like he’s been here before—like he’s waiting for someone.
A figure stands across from him .
He looks up, but his face is blurred, shifting like a fading memory. He reaches for a book, and their hands brush for a brief second—warm, familiar.
A flicker of something—laughter, whispers, a promise—flashes in his mind. But before he can grasp it, the world begins to dissolve.
The bookstore fades. His figure disappears.
Lane Hudson ( Ethan in P.L )
( he suddenly woke up )
The scent old books and the ashes of the dreams still Infront on his eyes
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