A boy, maybe seven, held tight to the hand of the little girl next to him. She was five, small and fragile, but the fear in her eyes felt older than her age. It wasn't normal for kids to look like that; it pressed down on them like a weight they weren't ready for.
They stayed low, hiding from the men who were looking for them. Their eyes never left the building ahead, shining too brightly, too far. Every breath felt risky, like it could give them away. Their hearts thumped too fast, each beat loud in their ears. The trees around them weren't safe anymore-they could hide anything, anyone. They were tense, ready to run at a second's notice.
Then the voice came, cutting through the quiet.
"There you are."
The men appeared, slowly at first, then all at once. They grabbed the children, little hands flailing, but it didn't matter. They were small. Too small to fight back. Everything they tried was nothing against the adults' strength.
And suddenly, everything changed. Their world slipped away-the faces they knew, the place they thought was safe, even themselves. They didn't know who they were anymore. They didn't even know who they were supposed to be.
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