Laytontober day 13
Loss
(Promps here)
Characters: Layton
Warnings: some mentions of violence, injuries. Unwound future spoilers.
He opened his eyes slowly, to see a white ceiling.
He was not in his home.
His now lonely home.
The pain made him remember everything.
He had being researching, trying to learn what happened.
The explosion.
The funeral.
The suspicious lack of answers.
It was no accident, he knew.
Despite causing him more pain, Hershel sat on the bed a little too fast, and moved his hand quickly to his head, no matter he knew nothing could be there.
He looked around and spotted, next to the bed, his top hat.
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