Purple.
Uneven wings.
Bent antenna.
Crooked body.
To Elena, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
She knew who had drawn it.
Lucia.
And she knew Lucia was watching from behind the half-open door.
Elena did not look back.
She only whispered, softly enough that it sounded like she was speaking to herself, but loud enough for Lucia to hear.
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