Vivian had not seen a dead person when she was only five years old.

“Be good, little pumpkin. Don’t cry.” Looking at the state Larry was in, Vivian was broken-hearted.

Only Vivian knew how much she had endured during this period of time. Although she was not the person who was directly affected, they were all her loved ones.

She had seen how much pain they were in and did not have it easy either.

Often, a person would be more distressed by watching others in pain.

As she comforted Larry, Vivian stroked his back in hopes that her son would be able to forget this terrible memory. If Larry could not forget that scene, it would become his childhood trauma.

 

Vivian did not want Larry to have to deal with a childhood that he would always be afraid to remember. She wanted him to grow up well and in peace.

As she consoled Larry, Vivian slowly fell asleep beside her son.

 

Whatever happened that day was too much for her to handle.

She had been cooking for Finnick when she received the phone call in the middle of it and had to rush over. Like Larry, she had seen the corpses littering the floor.

She had also seen Samuel lying on the ground. Although she was devastated, she could not cry then.

Larry finally fell asleep did she let her tears

Vivian cried and comforted

fell asleep, Finnick was still up on the hill,

kneeled

that Finnick was not yet home. After waiting a

tough to walk on. Some plants along the way still

Vivian was in no mood

walked up the hill, Vivian was getting nervous the

what she

peak as soon as possible so that she could find out

Larry was still young, they

allowing them

suddenly panicked the

not see Finnick. The area no longer had any traces

was as if he

was nowhere

must have gone home, probably using another

home for a look and hurried down the

rushed home with Larry, but Finnick was

stone unturned. She searched the kitchen, bedroom, study, and

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