Coco sprawled out on the guild lobby's couch, taking up the entire backrest with her weary limbs, her head lolled against the cushions, eyes glued on a spot somewhere past the ceiling.
No one dared to ask her to move.
The others in the guild tiptoed around her— literally and figuratively, giving her space, holding their breaths if they passed too close, wary like they were trying to avoid waking a sleeping bear from its hibernation.
And Coco didn't notice any of it, or maybe she just didn't care.
She closed her eyes, her mind replaying the morning conversation she had with Cleora like a broken record.
"I was so shocked with the news of your passing that I got off the bus without looking."
Her mother's voice, soft, trembling, echoed in her head. A bus. That's all it took. One hurried moment, and she was gone.
This new world.. Lala called it the youngest dimension— a world that was created by the fairies not too long ago.
But there was a cruel truth lurking beneath:
