Lenny ran to the Keep, sprinting with wide eyes and a bright smile on his flushed face, ignoring the tightness in his chest that grew more painful the longer he ran for his destination. How was he even feeling the pain of being breathless, why was it living traits still hounded him and the children of Limbo after they had all entered a realm of death? It didn’t matter to the panting little green boy, not when he had more important things to wrap his mind around.
All around him, children had bragged and shared of their experiences on how they had been granted a chance to revisit their home, returning to those they loved, seeing them, speaking to them! A miracle! Impossible! But there was too much proof to denounce it and Lenny just couldn’t bear the thought it was nothing but a large, elaborate prank. Lillian, a dreadful Reaper he had the misfortune of making acquaintances with—and unknowingly had thwarted her attempts to make him cry—had tricked him once