*Zefra's POV*
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"Do you recognize this room, Zeffy?" Zandra asked me cheerfully as I roam my gaze inside a room that seems like belonging to a little girl. Everything around us is in a color of shades of blue. And, indeed, I love blue.
"Dad always wants it to be cleaned, and... Let it stay as it is when you were still with us. Here, look at this. He loves to stare at it always whenever he goes here." She continued as she holds my hand to drag me to the wall near the bed. And, I could feel something very heavy inside me.
Then, we both looked at a drawing on the wall of a tree, a house, and four figures of people.
"Are those... Us?" I asked as I stare at the child's drawing, which Zandra smiled while nodding her head in response.
"You drew it." She uttered, and I giggled as I seem
